"Alright, go ahead, it's good to learn more about national affairs!" He Zhilan nodded calmly, knowing her son's temperament all too well. If Little Tuanyuan said he would research something, he definitely would. Even though Little Tuanyuan was so young, he already had his own little study, and the collection of books in there was no less than his mother's.
In the evening, He Teng returned home to see He Zhilan in a rather good mood, and his son sitting beside her reading a book. There was no sign of the cold war between the two as it had been in the past few days.
He smiled and walked over to them, casually picked Little Tuanyuan up and placed him to one side, then sat down in the spot Little Tuanyuan had just vacated, next to He Zhilan, and asked, "Have you two made up?"
