Xiaobai had hardly finished speaking when Xia Yuxun's voice came from inside—
"Drawing the sword to cut the water only makes the water flow more, lifting the cup to drown the sorrows only deepens them, the wine does not intoxicate, it is people who intoxicate themselves..."
Great, the concert has turned into a poetry reading session.
"Xiaobai, go to sleep," Leng Sichen told his son.
Xiaobai rubbed his eyes, "Okay, Xiangru, you should also get some rest soon."
Leng Sichen nodded, "I'll talk with your aunt Mengying for a bit and then leave."
"Oh." Xiaobai yawned, first went into Xia Yuxun's room to say goodnight, and then prepared to take a bath before going to bed.
"Do you need me to tell you a story?" Leng Sichen asked.
He knew that Xiaobai needed Xia Yuxun to tell him stories every night to fall asleep, but tonight it seemed like Xia Yuxun definitely couldn't do that.
While pulling out his bathrobe and pajamas, Xiaobai turned and smiled, "No need, isn't mom singing?"
