Lights were on in the villa's living room.
In front of the sofa, Cheng Yuheng was hugging a game console, sitting on the carpet, leaning his head to the side, fast asleep.
Various unfinished dinner foods were laid out on the coffee table, with some on their clothes, and some on the floor.
At this moment, Di Jinye, looking at his son who was so carefree that he had not a single rule to abide by, wasn't angry, but rather felt a bit of joy.
A five-year-old child should be just that free and easy.
They can be naughty, cause trouble, and also act spoiled and throw tantrums.
Zeran had too much of a child's appearance polished away at the Di Family; sometimes, seeing him was like seeing himself, both invisibly trapped by their names within the Di Family.
"Zeran? Sleeping so soundly, you're not suffering from insomnia anymore?"
Di Jinye's footsteps approached the sofa, and he reached out to touch Cheng Yuheng's head.