C291 Morals

Huo Nianyan stood on the bench next to the desk, his little fat hand holding the ruler spinning around in the ink slab. His round eyes kept staring at the door, and his little ears perked up. He listened to every movement outside, and then he got hit on the back of his hand. " Ouch!"

Huo Zhanming glanced sideways at Huo Nianyan's wrinkled face. "You are not focused on your work