Han Xiao had originally planned to sleep after returning home. Unexpectedly, he saw his silly son sitting on the sofa and watching a live broadcast on a tablet. Furthermore, his eyes were lowered and his lips were tightly pursed as if he was in a bad mood.
He immediately walked over to his son and frowned. "What time is it? Why aren't you sleeping? What's so interesting about such a live broadcast? Hurry up and turn it off. Go to sleep. Don't make me control you when you're so old."
Han Siye did not look at him. He was still looking at the screen. "I'm watching Little Jiu's live-stream."
What? Little Jiu's?!
Han Xiao's eyes immediately lit up. For a moment, he seemed to have lost his sleepiness. He asked, "Rascal, why didn't you tell me?! If I knew that it was Little Jiu's live broadcast, I would have watched it too. Hurry up and tell me which platform it is. What's the room number?"
