C421 My cold dew

Hearing that his father wanted to tell him a bedtime story, Yan Qingfan nodded his head repeatedly. It had to be known that Mu Beihan did not have many opportunities to tell him a story, he could not help but feel like crawling into his blanket right now.

The next morning, Su Zixian sent a message to Song Hanlu, reminding her to obediently wait for her at home for tonight's birthday banquet