Cen Shuang poked her head out from under the blanket, grabbed it and whispered, "Mom, why did you guys come back so quickly?"
After saying that, she shyly retreated into Zhuang Hong's embrace. With how they looked now, and the torn dress on the floor, it was probably obvious what they were doing.
Outside the door, Boyan was all smiles. His pair of cunning eyes swept across the room and landed on the glass door leading to the balcony that was open. He seemed to know what was really going on. "Aunt, Zhuang Hong has just woken up. He shouldn't be meeting too many people right now. Let Cen Shuang take care of him. Let him rest well first."
