"Mommy, I'm sleeping with Daddy tonight. You should rest well."
Zhu Qianying, who had just taken a bath and dried her hair, came out of the bedroom and looked at her son in surprise, "You're not sleeping with mommy tonight?"
"Yep, Daddy says you've worked all day and must be tired, so I'll sleep with him tonight."
Zhu Qianying looked at Yan Shao suspiciously. Such a considerate act did not seem like something the domineering Yan Shao would do; it seemed more like something her son would do.
By the time the three of them had finished their baths, the living room had been tidied up by someone Yan Shao had called, and the dining room table was loaded with the hot meals ordered from a restaurant outside.
