Lai Jiayi didn't have time to ponder as someone opened the door, and a strike of shadow dashed toward the bed.
"Miss witch!" A high-pitched voice of a young boy rang throughout the room, followed by the sight of Zhao Yun in a white t-shirt and short black pants with a bit of blue at the edge.
Today, the boy also adorned a dark blue elbow-length jacket with a spiky decoration around the elbow. He wore a black choker and fur decoration around the neck, looking like a mini rock star.
"Ah, Zhao Yun??" Lai Jiayi's jaw dropped to the floor. Shan Liang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly raised and distanced herself from Lai Jiayi.
The girl just walked toward her father in a hurry.
'Who is this boy?' Both Shan Liang and her father questioned.
Lai Jiayi, on the other hand, tilted her head. "Zhao Yun, why are you here?" The girl looked down at the little boy throwing his body to the bed and hugged her.
