Evening—
Mobai had just returned home from the kindergarten when he saw Li Beijue already waiting for him in the living room.
Thinking of the day's events, the little guy intentionally snorted coldly and lifted his foot to head upstairs.
Li Beijue's brow twitched, and he could only call out to him, "Yanbao, how was school today?"
"Everything's normal." Mobai replied swiftly, leaving behind those four indifferent words before dashing upstairs quickly.
Li Beijue felt helpless as he watched his retreating figure, longing to communicate.
But the other party simply wouldn't cooperate.
He waited until dinner time and still hadn't seen the little guy come downstairs.
Uncle Zheng, having finished his chores, saw Li Beijue sitting alone at the dining table and couldn't help but come over and suggest, "Young Master, shall I go upstairs and call the young master down..."
"No need," Li Beijue declined indifferently, "Bring up his favorite dishes for him, and don't prepare mine."
