After finishing this belated dinner, it was already past ten in the evening.
Pei Yiting lay on the couch with his little round belly up, playing dead.
In the entire Pei family, only the young master led such a worry-free, delightful life.
Song Weiyi ate a small bowl of noodles, hearty with plenty of seafood and vegetables.
A Japanese anime was playing on the television, Pei Yiting watched it listlessly.
His gaze caught sight of Song Weiyi and he suddenly scrambled up, taking her hand with an ingratiating smile, "Sister-in-law, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"
Whenever Pei Yiting was this eager, it indicated he was hatching some little scheme, preparing to be up to no good.
Song Weiyi had also experienced this younger brother-in-law's pranks, with horror movies leaving a particularly deep impression.
She would never take Pei Yiting to the movies again, not for all the tea in China.
"I plan to stay at home and read a book," Song Weiyi found a very serious-sounding excuse.
