Bai Tingfang returned to her son's room once again and, by then, the commotion inside had basically subsided. When she pushed the door open, what she saw was still her son lying on the bed.
The difference was that, when she had left earlier, he had been lying under the covers with his feet arched and half-leaning against the headboard reading a book, but now, he had shifted to lying prone under the covers, with his whole body turned away, and was crawling there, writing something.
"Xiaocen, you..."
"Huh? Mom, why did you come back again? Didn't I say I would be there? I'll be done with this bit in just a moment."
The man who was lying under the covers was surprised to see his room door opened again.
Bai Tingfang frowned, wanting to say something, but upon seeing that the room's floor and furnishings were still spotless, she could only retract her gaze with a snort of discontent, "It's nothing, I just came to hurry you along. Since it's like this, then be quick about it."
