To be able to make Cheng Anyue happy was something that made an Shiyu happy.
However, gradually, he didn't feel good.
The little girl sat there with her beloved book in her hands, not even moving an inch, let alone paying attention to her brother.
He felt like he was being ignored, but he couldn't say it directly.
He walked to the bookshelf in a Huff, took a book, and sat down beside her.
It was a pity that she didn't seem to feel anything.
He even wanted to make some noise to distract her.
Thinking about it, he felt that he was too childish, so he dispelled the idea.
At night, the Butler came up to call them down for dinner. Cheng Anyue finally put down her book.
She massaged her sore shoulders and looked at an shizheng.""I didn't expect it to be time for dinner. Time really flies."
An Shijin was speechless.
He felt that time was passing very slowly.
