Inside the master bedroom, spring was in full bloom.
Meanwhile, outside the door, which was very soundproof, a fuzzy head pressed tightly against the door panel.
Mo Zhi couldn't hear anything inside and frowned, reluctantly saying, "Mom hasn't said goodnight to me today…"
To her, this was a very serious matter.
It was an agreement between her and her mother, a treatment not even Lu Zhu received.
Mo Sinian and Lu Zhu were also there, stopping Mo Zhi from knocking on the door.
"Xiao Zhi, we've told you so many times, at night, you shouldn't disturb Little Uncle and the others," Mo Sinian said, his cheeks unusually red.
He was almost fourteen years old.
For kids these days, with many channels of information and driven by curiosity, Mo Sinian had roughly understood that matter.
And Lu Zhu, having been with Luo Xueshu since she was young, also knew a bit.
Only Mo Zhi was naive and innocent, barely understanding.