They reached the doorway to his room. He took the bag back from her hands and gently pecked her cheek.
"All right, Momma. I'll go do my homework now. We need to prepare for the debate with Minghao."
Nanny Yun watched him disappear into his room, her heart full. Whatever gods had brought her to this household and given her such a good son, she thanked them every single day.
Inside his room, Qin Xinyu set down his bag and looked around at the space that had become his sanctuary.
The room was luxurious, just like every other part of the main mansion, but beneath the polished elegance, it carried a softness that made it feel lived-in, almost comforting.
