Zhang Jingyu smiled and was about to put away his phone when he received another notification.
He returned to the voice message that Teacher Sun had sent. He opened it. "I know. Come home for dinner this week. I'll make a few more dishes for you to bring back, but I still hope that you can bring her home to eat. It's better to cook and eat on the spot."
After reading the message, Zhang Jingyu immediately saw through his mother's thoughts. He shook his head in amusement before he sent the message.
After locking his phone, he stood up and walked toward Gu nianjia's room.
He gently opened the door.
There was a small night light in the room. Although the light was very dim, it was not that dark.
The big bed's blanket was bulging, and it did not move.
It seemed that he had fallen asleep.
He leaned against the door frame and looked in that direction lazily. After a while, he retracted his loving gaze.
Good night, baby.
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