After they tossed and turned for a while, Liu Yufei had grown somewhat sleepy, and it wasn't long before she was deeply asleep in Zhou Qing's embrace.
Zhou Qing, on the other hand, was having trouble falling asleep, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Zheng Peipei.
Lighting a cigarette, he walked downstairs.
Sitting in the living room, he quietly smoked.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. Zhou Qing turned his head, his gaze falling on Zheng Xiuwen, before he spoke up, "Mom, it's already so late, why haven't you gone to bed?"
Zheng Xiuwen shook her head and then sighed, "How could I possibly sleep? Coincidentally, I wanted to have a talk with you, and when I heard footsteps downstairs, I came out from my room."
Pointing upstairs, she continued to inquire, "Is Yufei already asleep?"
