After taking a cab home, his eyes quickly scanned the living room. Po Xiaoyan and Yun Luoying were sitting on the sofa engrossed in something on the computer, but surprisingly Yuntian was nowhere to be seen.
"Mom, where's Yuntian?"
Po Xiaoyan replied casually, "I don't know. I haven't seen him all day. He might still be at the office."
"Oh."
Tianxing acknowledged, finally letting out a sigh of relief, humming a tune as she turned to head upstairs.
From the sofa, Po Xiaoyan glanced at Tianxing confidently heading upstairs, covering her mouth as she chuckled secretly.
Yun Luoying was helpless. His son was so grown up, yet his wife was still so childish, always eager for some drama.
"Am I the one you love most..."
Humming the song, Tianxing pushed open the bedroom door and flicked the switch by the door.
