Passing Rain sat up inside the gaming hub. She looked at the middle-aged woman wearing an apron before her, and she let out a long sigh. "Mom… it's one thing for you to enter my room again, but why did you have to disconnect the power switch?"
"You wouldn't respond when I knocked on the door," Passing Rain's mother said with a smile.
"I heard you, but I was busy…"
"Since you've disconnected from the game, come and help your mother with dinner."
"Huh…" Passing Rain dragged her complaint out. "Mom… couldn't you have asked dad to help you with that?"
"Your dad has found a gaming helmet and hidden himself in the garage to play."
"Since you know where he's hiding, then…"
