After seeing Mo Zhining lying under the sheets, Mo Boyuan took a set of pajamas from the wardrobe and went to the shower.
As for the kiddo, he rolled a few times on the big bed happily before finally settling down.
When Mo Boyuan came out again, Mo Zhining was already asleep soundly. His breathing was steady and even as if he was letting out constant faint sighs. His pearl-gloss cheeks were rosy, and Mo Boyuan had thought he'd seen a thin line of drool from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Boyuan stared at him for quite a while before he quietly left the room and went to the study next door. Just as he sat down and turned on the computer, he noticed a few urgent emails, and then he started processing them one by one.
Not long after, his phone that he'd placed at the side had rung. He glanced at the incoming caller ID and picked it up.
"Director Wang?" His tone was respectful. After all, this was Wang Weizhi—the legendary director.
