"No, if I call my dad now, he'll definitely catch on, and then I'll definitely get a beating from him. I don't want to get beaten by my dad," Yu Ziqian opposed strongly.
"Alright!" An Ning could only follow her son's thoughts.
Just then, the lights in the room dimmed.
The screen also turned pitch black.
"Dad turned off the lights to sleep!" Yu Ziqian said in surprise.
What's going on?
Shouldn't Dad be upset in the room? He should be tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night, right?
How did he go to bed so quickly?
The more Yu Ziqian watched, the more he felt his dad... was really something!
No matter what, it's like sleeping through a thunderstorm.
An Ning also saw the screen turn black. "Since your dad is sleeping, why don't we sleep too? Staying up too late will affect your height."
"Alright!" Yu Ziqian was a child who particularly understood the importance of prioritizing.
