There are indeed only traces of study here, no other smells.
Xiao Chong's mom silently went downstairs and made a surprise inspection of Xiao Chong's master bedroom on the second floor, finding no contraband.
She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; at such a youthful and vigorous age, she really feared they might do something rash.
Xiao Chong's parents didn't stay long at the small villa. They had just returned from his grandparents' house, preparing to pick up their son on the way home.
Now it seems this son is reluctant to leave.
Not long after they left, Xiao Chong brought up sliced tiramisu and a pot of red tea to the attic.
Lin Wanwan had slept enough and woke up groggily, staring blankly at Xiao Chong for a moment before asking, "What time is it now?"
"Almost four o'clock." Xiao Chong placed the tray with cake and red tea on the coffee table. "Go wash your face, come have afternoon tea. Today it's tiramisu, your favorite."
