Lang Qianqiu and Qi Rong do not get along. But for the sake of their 'son', Guzi, they have to bond and be stuck together for god knows how long.

Just another day at Lang Qianqiu's palace, when he grabbed Qi Rong's wrists, pulling the shorter man towards him— if you're wondering where Guzi is; he was sleeping.

He glares at Qi Rong. His eyebrows furrow together. "Where the hell were you?"