On the second day, Bai Zhi'er woke up feeling refreshed and stretched lazily.
Feng Fuce had already brought up the breakfast prepared by Master Zeng.
Her son, Fen Linxing, somehow got hold of a little suit, and his hair was styled short, looking just like a little executive.
"Mommy, you're awake." He walked over to the bed and proactively handed her a glass of milk.
Bai Zhi'er burst out laughing, "Mommy? Who did you learn that from?"
Feng Fuce walked up to his wife, kissed the corner of her lips, and said, "He watched TV downstairs this morning, learned a lot of things."
Bai Zhi'er was immediately curious, "What did you learn?"
Fen Linxing's narrow eyes sparkled with a pitch-black light, "You can't hit people here, you'll go to jail."
Bai Zhi'er nodded decisively, "Not bad."
As she took a sip of milk, Fen Linxing remarked, "But it's okay for kids, they won't go to jail."
"Pfft—" Bai Zhi'er sprayed it out.
Luckily, Fen Linxing dodged quickly.
