Song Qingchen laid on the table as he did his homework. From time to time, he would look downstairs to look at Song Youran typing away on the keyboard.
"Mommy, that uncle is still downstairs ?"
Song Youran looked down.
The man stood under the street lamp, his body shrouded in the light until it was a bit white.
He kept looking at her with cold eyes, but he didn't know when