Cheng Anyue followed him into the house and closed the door.
There was no one in the living room. She opened the shoe cabinet to look for her slippers, but she couldn't find them even after rummaging through all the shoe cabinets.
She had no choice but to take off her shoes and put them on.
She walked past the living room and went straight to her room.
Her brother's room was next to hers, and the door to his room was not closed. She could vaguely hear her mother's gentle voice.
"Son, don't sleep. Wait for mommy to give you a bath before you sleep. Be good."
"Mom, I'm so tired," Cheng yaoyang mumbled unhappily."I don't want to take a shower. Let me sleep."
"How can I not take a bath? what if my body itches at night? Isn't mom going to die of heartache?"
"Aiya, this is so annoying."
……
Cheng Anyue stood at the door and didn't enter.
The things that her brother despised had always been her extravagant hope.
