Cen Shuang listened to Lan Yibai's gentle voice and could not help but say to herself, "Your son won't feel sorry for me at all, and he won't blame you either, because he's the one who came up with the idea!"
Lan Yibai said a few words of concern, and Cen Shuang shrugged them off, saying she wanted to rest.
The moment the room door closed, Cen Shuang jumped up from the bed. She swiftly picked up her blanket and raised her little face. Facing Zhuang Hong on the bed, she said proudly, "From today onwards, we will sleep in separate rooms."
Zhuang Hong opened his eyes and his eyes were bright. "We can sleep in separate rooms. You still have to take care of me. You cannot trouble my mother."
Cen Shuang rolled her eyes and could not help but mutter, "Why should I take care of you? Just because you are a filial son?"
