He Chaoxuan also quietly heaved a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, although his parents reproached him sternly, they still reasoned with him.
Zhu Yufeng, a boy in his class, had parents who never talked things through with him. The moment he was naughty, a slap would come flying his way without a chance to explain himself.
His parents were still the best.
Chaoxuan was now grown up and didn't share a room with his parents anymore. He now stayed in another room, which Qiao Qingyu had cleared out for him at the start of autumn—it was the guest room in the house.
Visitors would stay there.
Here in Xichuan, it was still necessary to have a heated brick bed in the winter. Qiao Qingyu had chosen blue and white checked bed sheets for him, and Chaoxuan had picked out the curtains himself. The colors were simple and refreshing, exactly what boys liked, without wanting a single flower on them.
