Ling Sheng's anger came and went quickly. Now that she roughly knew the reason behind his behavior, she had decided to forgive her father. He had not only caused her and Xiaoqi trouble, but he had also gone to Fifth Uncle's place to cause trouble.
"Mommy." When Xiaoqi looked up from his book, he saw his mother reading on the tatami. She had fallen asleep on the table with a pen in her mouth.
He tiptoed over with a thin blanket and covered her with it. Then, he returned to his seat quietly and continued reading seriously.
When Su Xiyin walked in with some cut fruit, she witnessed a quiet and warm scene.
Ling Sheng had fallen asleep on the table, while Xiaoqi was flipping through a book with his legs crossed in front of her. He looked very serious.
The orange-yellow warm light of the evening shone through the French windows on the mother and son. The sight was heartwarming.
