Zhao Yingzi looked up suspiciously from her tablet and glanced at her son, then deliberately looked at the sky outside.
The slightly exaggerated action seemed to say: Huh, the sun didn't rise from the west.
He Tiantian gave a wry smile and called out helplessly: "Mom—"
The trailing tone was intentionally stretched to show the helplessness of her being the "son."
Seeing her like this, Zhao Yingzi became even more puzzled.
She sized up He Tiantian and blurted out, "Su Hetian, have you been possessed? Or time-traveled?"
Her son, always so gentle and refined, how could he make such a wry face and act coy?
He Tiantian had three black lines slide down her forehead, "Mom, you know about these things?"
Even knowing about time-traveling and body possession?
Zhao Yingzi rolled her eyes very ungracefully and tossed the tablet onto the coffee table.
The tablet's screen, still lit, was showing a certain reading page.
Wow, the real mother is also someone who loves to read web novels.
