After dinner, the Cheng Family was seen off, and it was already late at night. Ping'an quickly gave up his independent space, holding his small pillow and went to his parents' room to climb onto the bed and sleep. The family didn't have time to chat much and each went to wash up and rest.
Zhou Jiao returned to the room and saw her son lying sweetly asleep on the bed, unable to resist going forward to give him a kiss. Unexpectedly, she found a small note by his hand.
——It seemed it was intended to be handed to her, but he fell asleep and left it aside.
"I want to sleep in the middle. Good son, Ping'an."
Zhou Jiao couldn't help but laugh silently. The "Good Son" signed at the end was particularly large, indicating how proud and confident he was. However, he truly was her good son.
