C400 Cold Heart

By the time he got home, the child was already asleep. Only Aunt Yan was left sitting in the living room, knitting for someone.

"Mom, it's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

As a senior, she had always turned on a small lamp in the living room. When Zhuang Wenjie entered the room, she turned on the light switch at the door and the room became bright again