Hearing the sound of the car starting downstairs, Zhuang Qing's expression fell. He looked lonely. His brother had gone to the company again, and he was alone at home again. His brother did not even have the patience to scold him. Staying in the villa every day was like being in prison. Only when he went out to play with Zhao Xi was he the most free and happy.
Zhuang Qing didn't get up until past eight o'clock. He played for the entire day and asked the servant to make a bowl of noodles. After eating, he went to bed. When he was sleeping soundly, he felt someone looking at him.
Zhuang Qing suddenly woke up. When she opened her eyes, the room was pitch-black. There was a woman with her hair draped over the head of the bed looking at him with a smile. She reached out and touched his cheek. "Zhuzhu, Mommy is back. Are you obedient…"
