Zhan Moxiao was surprised and, not wanting to disturb Ou Lan, lowered his voice to ask, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Though the son had become accustomed to playing the Little Demon King at the Zhan Family, he had been very independent since childhood, automatically taking care of eating, bathing, and sleeping. Yet tonight, he wasn't sleeping.
Zhan Lingtao looked resentfully at his tall and handsome dad and the girl who was sleeping on his shoulder, "I wanted to say goodnight to you, but you weren't here. Did you not want me and thus left me behind to sneak off on a date?"
Zhan Moxiao was somewhat amused. He could clearly see that his son's longing for him was far less than for Ou Xiaolan. Rather than say the son sat here waiting for them to return, it would be more accurate to say he was actually waiting for Ou Xiaolan to come back.
