"Otherwise, should we all just wait for you?" Su Linlin retorted with an expression that said she was looking forward to the show.
Su Nanzhi: "..."
She glanced at the breakfast on the table, then at the clock on the wall that showed it was not even half past six, and finally at these old and young faces that likely rose before six.
"Aren't you all tired?" Su Nanzhi posed the soul-searching question.
The lad at the table, who was a year younger than Su Linlin, yawned perfectly on cue, as if to acknowledge the question.
Who wasn't tired?
Especially for the contemporary youths who were completely capable of staying up until two or three in the morning.
Yet, ironically, the matriarch of the family, who slept early and light, would wake up around five. In the Su Family, she held a revered position, and the family pillar, her eldest son, was renowned for his filial piety. Naturally, everyone else coddled the old lady.
