These days, there was no vicious father pestering him. His grandfather, uncle and eldest uncle were all doting on him. Duanzi jumped up and down the academy and ran all over the mountains. What homework was he supposed to do?
Seeing the way the little dumpling's eyes flickered and dodged him, Meng Yuan knew that this kid had a guilty conscience. "Mo Xin, go and fetch the homework of the little prince. I want to see how much he misses his father and mother, to the point that even his homework is done very early."
Mo Xin, who was standing silently on the side, twitched the corners of his mouth after receiving the mournful look that Duanzi cast towards him, his heart breaking down.
What's the use of you complaining to me, little prince, I reminded you a long time ago that you have to finish your homework on time, who asked you to always procrastinate and not listen. It was your fault now, it was too late to even crawl into hiding.
