"I did say that!" Little Lu Chen nodded obediently, "Dad said not to wake you up."
"..."
Su Jia felt a heaviness in her heart, like it was carrying a heavy stone, unable to float up.
The little guy continued speaking, generously praising his father, "Mom, Dad treats you really well, just like Uncle Tang."
Su Jia raised her lips and smiled silently.
This compliment undoubtedly hit the spot for her.
However, although she was about to burst with joy, she still calmly and self-possessedly cleared her throat to cover up her inner delight, "Alright, it's getting late, let's get up now."
"Oh."
Lu Chen responded sullenly, then climbed out of bed, put on his cute slippers, and headed to the bathroom with his clothes.
In another bathroom, Su Jia quickly freshened up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Upon entering, she discovered that someone had already prepared breakfast for them, but it had gotten cold.
