It was the weekend, and Shen Hanqian got Xiao Qingcang and Xiao Chengjun up bright and early.
At first, the father and son tacitly agreed to remain in bed, huddling under the covers in the same position and with the same expression, eyes closed, silent, and perfectly still!
To put it nicely, it was as if they were practicing the Art of Turtle; to put it crudely, they were just like two dead pigs.
Shen Hanqian was furious because she had gotten up at six in the morning to busily prepare their breakfast and pick out clothes for them for the day!
But those two? They wouldn't get up even when breakfast was ready!
Finally, she lost her temper, picked up a steel basin and a rolling pin, and started banging them together noisily in the room.
And she did it right next to their ears—the piercing noise finally became too much for them, and they sat up, looking disheveled.
Little Junjun, unhappy, stormed into the master bedroom to settle accounts with his father. "It's all your fault!"
