In his son's room, Li Yanchen laid down on the bed.
"Mr. Li, have you been driven out?" Li Zexin teased.
Li Yanchen did not say anything.
Li Zexuan tugged on his brother's hand. "Don't provoke him," he whispered. "What if he goes back to Ms. Lin's room?"
"Oh! It's so rare to share a room with daddy," said Li Zexin. "Can I sleep with you, daddy?" He squeezed into the small bed.
Li Yanchen turned over and pushed his son out gently. "It's hot. Go back to your own bed."
Li Zexin resentfully did as he was told.
Li Zexuan laughed. "Mr. Li is sulking. Don't provoke him. He's going to sleep reading a book."
"What's so fun about books anyway?" Li Zexin didn't like reading.
Li Zexin turned his back to his father and fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes.
Lin Wan had just finished making two cups of loquat tea and was about to call her stepson to drink it. She also wanted to thank him for teaching her to play the guitar.
