In the bedroom.
Zhang Lingying slept without any defenses.
Her tranquil sleeping face made one instinctively lighten their movements, fearing to disturb her dreams.
The only sound in the room was the steady breathing.
Just as Little Mirror was about to jump onto the bed, Lu Jing reached out and held its head, lowering his voice, "I haven't even gone up yet, and you dare to go before me?"
"Meow——"
The little kitten meowed plaintively.
Like it was worried about disturbing Zhang Lingying, Little Mirror's meow was particularly soft, staring with big dewy eyes at Lu Jing who wouldn't let it onto the bed.
The "deep bond between father and son" was shattered.
Lu Jing felt no guilt about bullying a little kitten, forcing Little Mirror to sit with him at the edge of the bed.
Zhang Lingying slept deeply, completely unaware that someone was staring at her unblinkingly.
As she turned over, a hand landed on Lu Jing's leg, mumbling something.
