Yue Lingchen looked at Yue Xin. This child was only 12 years old. If she really had a terminal illness…
"Are you tired? I'll send you home to rest."
Yue Xin quickly got into the car and sat down obediently. This time, when she took a nap in the car, Yue Lingchen didn't poke her. He also allowed her to sleep as soon as she arrived. Yue Xin was so happy that she was about to take off. It was just that she was suddenly woken up a little later and had a lot of checkups done on her. Looking at the pile of high-end equipment at home, she didn't know where it came from.
For the next two days, Yue Xin ate and slept on repeat every day. When she had enough sleep, she would read novels in bed. Her life was extremely comfortable.
On the third day, Yue Lingchen said, "Yue Xin, it's time to get up and go to school."
Yue Xin appealed, "Boohoo… I'm sick."
Yue Lingchen retorted, "You're suffering from laziness. Just stay away from the bed."
