Shen Xingchen leaned in, and Shen Li asked, "Is the game over?"
"Yes." Shen Xingchen: "It's been over for a while, I've been back to my room for quite some time now."
After saying this, she entered Shen Li's room and then gently closed the door.
Inside the room, Shen Li sat back on the bed nonchalantly and reached out to pick up the book on the bedside table.
Shen Li wasn't as enthusiastic as usual, and Shen Xingchen immediately became alert, staring at him as if her eyes were glued to him.
His mood seemed off; he appeared unhappy, and didn't want to pay attention to her.
Moreover, he hadn't come looking for her at all tonight.
Walking over to Shen Li, Shen Xingchen, unlike before, didn't climb into bed directly, but bent down, cautiously asking in front of Shen Li, "Uncle, why didn't you come to find me tonight? Why didn't you even text me to ask if I've gone upstairs?"
