It had been a while since Song Jingchen stayed in his room without roaming around on his wheelchair.
He couldn't seem to focus on the book in his hand.
He noticed a blue cloth package on top of a box in the corner.
Song Jingchen took it out.
"Big Brother, what's this? You've been looking at it for a long time." Brother Hao suddenly stuck his head out from behind Song Jingchen.
Song Jingchen, who was still struggling to open it, came back to his senses.
"Have you finished writing?" Song Jingchen asked indifferently.
Brother Hao cringed. "I just came out for a break. I'll continue writing right away."
Brother Hao ran out quickly, cursing in his heart. He didn't know what was wrong with his big brother today.
He actually wanted him and Sister Huan to write 500 words. Usually, the two of them only needed to write 100 words.
He suddenly missed studying with her sister-in-law.
