The next morning.
In the early morning, the sunlight gently draped over Jinyuan District like a silky golden veil, covering the quiet neighborhood in a radiant glow.
In this soft morning light, Huang Jun's master bedroom gradually brightened.
Qingqing and Weiwei also awakened from their sweet dreams.
They rubbed their sleepy eyes and blinked, gradually adjusting to the brightness around them. Their gazes, as if by some unspoken agreement, turned in the same direction—toward their father.
"Papa~ Papa~"
Seeing that their father was still peacefully asleep with no sign of waking, the two of them instinctively called out softly.
This gentle call, like a sweet morning melody, echoed in Huang Jun's ears, yet it did not disturb his peaceful dream.
At this moment, he was still in dreamland, playing chess with Duke Zhou!
Hmm?
Why isn't Papa waking up?
Is it because their voices weren't loud enough?
Qingqing and Weiwei exchanged a mischievous glance.
That's right.
