Seeing her staring straight at his crotch, as if desperately trying to hold back laughter, Ansheng's old face flushed red, and he hurriedly turned around.
"An, Ansheng, you..." Miaomiao tried to put on a calm expression as she asked.
Ansheng was silent for a moment, shoved the phone that was still chattering about this and that into her hands, and walked upstairs, letting out a faint sigh.
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