"Brother Qing Fan, why has your handwriting changed?" In Zhang Yiyi's home, the two little ones were distractedly copying Xu Qingfan's summer homework.
"Oh, my handwriting... the pen isn't writing well. Wanning, you better copy quickly and not end up calling me after ten at night crying again." Xu Qingfan touched his nose awkwardly, trying to change the subject.
"Brother, the homework!" Zhang Yiyi remembered what Xu Qingfan had said last semester and wrote on the draft paper, "Brother Qing Fan, didn't you say that homework should be left until the last day to be meaningful?"
"Pfft—I meant when you do it yourself. Of course, if you have homework to copy, it's better to get it done early. I'm just worried you two won't finish!" Xu Qingfan patted each of their heads in turn as he spoke.
"Hehe, thank you, Brother Qing Fan, you're the best!"
"Brother, thank you!"
Lin Wanning and Zhang Yiyi comfortably rested their heads in Xu Qingfan's palms.
