Haoran entered his office, expecting an attack or some disruption. But instead—silence.
Which was strange.
His sharp eyes instantly spotted Zixuan curled up on the couch, fast asleep. One hand loosely held his phone while the other was tucked under his cheek. His expression was peaceful, nothing like the sharp-tongued brat he usually was.
Haoran's lips curled. "So that's why it was so quiet when I came in."
He walked closer, lowering his voice. "No wonder."
For a second, he considered letting him sleep a little longer, but the reminder that a pregnant mother's stomach mustn't be left empty pushed the thought away. Zixuan needed to be fed.
"Zixuan, wake up." He bent slightly, patting him gently.
"Mmm…" Zixuan groaned, rubbing his eyes in confusion at the sudden disturbance.
Haoran smiled at his bird-nest hair and drowsy glare. "Get up, we're going to have lunch."
