Jin Qianqian snapped out of her daze only to find her son's face magnified right in front of her. She raised a hand and patted him on the head. It was rare for this boy to bend down to eye level with her, letting her relive the feeling of when he was still little.
"Mother, didn't you tell me before that a man's head and a woman's waist are strictly off-limits? How could you pat my head?" Gu Ben Can hurriedly stood up straight, covering his head with his hands.
"You certainly remember my casual remarks clearly enough," Jin Qianqian said. "If you took everything your parents said to heart like this, you wouldn't be stuck here copying texts as punishment.
"Alright, hurry up and get back to your work. I just remembered I need to discuss something important with your father."
