Ye Nuanxi had not finished speaking when her words were interrupted by a childish, soft voice. Looking up, she saw that at some point the bedroom door had been pushed open a crack, and the little guy's head was squeezed into the gap, his small hand gripping the doorknob tightly. A pair of clear, large eyes looked at Ye Nuanxi cautiously, somewhat nervously, and his call for Mommy was timid...
"Little Xingchen?"
Seeing her son's cute little head in the door crack, Ye Nuanxi excitedly sat up subconsciously, but Huo Beichen held her firmly on the bed with both hands. Then, Huo Beichen's gaze towards the little one suddenly became stern, "What time is it, still not sleeping? Don't you have kindergarten tomorrow?"
"Oh..."
"My son, what does it matter if he doesn't go to kindergarten?"
Before Little Xingchen could finish his disappointed "oh," Ye Nuanxi abruptly cut him off, "With my son's genes, it doesn't matter if he misses a day—or even a year—of kindergarten!"
Huo Beichen: "..."
