By the time Ke Mingye pushed open the door, he slipped on his slippers while surreptitiously glancing around the living room with barely perceptible eyes.
Fortunately, he didn't see Ke Xiaomo's figure. It seemed that his second brother had already returned to his room to rest.
Good, good, the pressure monster is sleeping...
Ke Mingye relaxed inwardly, cautiously walked past the sofa, and ascended the stairs, even his slippers' flap was extraordinarily restrained.
Fearing he hadn't even entered his room when he'd get dragged into therapy again.
Such a day would certainly shave years off his life, today's events followed one after another, finally allowing him a moment to breathe.
Of course, while the meeting time with his older sister and second brother was over, his father's meeting was still lined up.
