She smiled in comfort and relief.
As soon as they reached home, Youyou scurried off to the toilet and washed himself up before trying to sneak into his bedroom.
Unfortunately, he was nabbed on the spot and was taken to the living room by his mother, where they then sat on the sofa.
In his apprehension, she squinted at him before suddenly breaking into an utterly gentle smile, asking, "Youyou, why aren't you pestering your father to read you bedtime stories today?"
He replied with a scratch to his head. "Mommy, you have no idea how creepy daddy sounds when he reads us bedtime stories with a stoic face! It's enough to give me nightmares!"
Mu Yazhe, who was sitting right beside them, felt his face twitching as he sent a glare in his son's direction. "Give you nightmares?"
