Xu Su Ying waved her hand dismissively. "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. You're sleeping in our room with your father tonight. I'll sleep with Yao'an."
Chen Song patted his son's shoulder. "You sleep in our room by yourself. Your mother and I will keep an eye on Yao'an."
Xu Su Ying didn't argue. De'an knew arguing would be useless anyway, so the matter was settled, and everyone returned to their respective rooms to sleep.
Only Xu Shiling realized what was going on. With his vast experience and having raised several sons and daughters of his own over the years, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face as he pieced everything together. But this wasn't the right time to speak of it. When it was time for them to know, his younger sister would tell them.
The entire courtyard was pitch-black, as if all had fallen into a deep, peaceful slumber.
But Zhao Jing was not asleep.
