teng siqing brought the little fellow back to the children's room.
looking at the time, it was already time for teng qingze's usual sleeping time.
teng qingze was a very well-behaved and sensible child. although the little dumpling was only a little younger than him, she had to listen to her parents 'bedtime stories before she was willing to close her eyes obediently. however, teng qingze was different. he could lie down on his own and sleep well after he climbed into bed.
however, it was a little different today.
as usual, teng siqing tucked the little fellow in and was about to turn off the light and go out.
suddenly, he felt his sleeve being pulled out.
"what's wrong?" teng siqing looked at her son in confusion.
" mom ... mom ... " teng qingze stammered.
teng siqing touched his little face. " mommy is here. don't you want to sleep? it's very late now. good children should go to bed early so that they can grow as tall as your father."