"Why did Cindy sleep in so late today?" A little voice wafted in from outside, "Even on her late days, Cindy doesn't sleep this late."
"Don't rush her, let her sleep." Cindy heard Adrian's voice faintly.
"Dad, are we going to Fourth Grandfather's house today?" the little one asked again.
"Hmm, it's noon now, we'll go this afternoon." Adrian said.
Cindy hadn't woken up yet, so they decided to go in the afternoon.
"I sure have a lot of grandfathers." The young man shook his head, musing.
Adrian chuckled, lightly flicking the young man's head.
"Cindy is very tired, keep your voice down and don't disturb her." Adrian instructed again.
The child blinked his big eyes, puzzled, "We've been with Cindy these days. She hasn't done anything, why is she so tired?"
Adrian: "…"
Oh, should he tell his son that he was too vigorous, so that's why Cindy is so tired?
"Dad, is Fourth Grandfather a nice person?" the young one asked again.
