Actually, it was not very late now. It was only around 9 PM.
Han Zhuofeng was lately following a production team to learn alongside Sun Yiwu, so he was not at home either.
Lin Liye was the only one at home. She recently got hooked on a drama series, which was one of the rare, comparatively decent shows in recent years.
She'd learned of it a little later, and it was Old Mrs. Han who'd introduced it to her. She had yet to watch until the latest episode, so she had been staying up late every night to watch episode after episode of it, and it was almost impossible for her to stop.
"What time was your flight? Why did you only come back now?" Lin Liye asked in passing.
She wondered if she saw it wrongly, but it seemed as if Han Zhuoling looked a little smug right after she asked that question.
Lin Liye thought to herself that it was impossible.
This son of hers was scarily mature. He never had the dynamism of his peers since he was young.
