Sheng Yang read the book for a while but couldn't feel any "empathy" in regards to this book, so she simply put it down and quietly drank the milk tea.
Sheng Hanjing stared at her nervously. Fortunately, his sister didn't pick up the book again.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Kang Weizhen made some nourishing sweet soup and prepared to bring it to her daughter's room.
She knocked gently on the door.
"Please come in." Sheng Yang's voice came from inside.
Kang Weizhen held the tray and entered with a smile, but what she saw made her almost drop the tray in her hand.
Sheng Yang wasn't reading a book as usual but was sitting in front of the computer with her cheek cupped in one hand while watching a movie lazily. Judging from her indifferent amber eyes, she didn't seem to be interested in this movie.
