Mom Was Still Sleeping

In the luxurious castle.

The soft cashmere carpet spread all the way to the end of the corridor.

At the entrance of the stairs, a pair of father and son suddenly appeared. The father's tall figure was pulled long by the light. He frowned slightly with some doubts and vague worries in his eyes. And the child seemed to hold a small toy in his hand, actually a small robot.

"Momo, has your mother been in the room all day today?" Ye Hao, who had just come home from abroad, asked his son, who was only 8 years old.

The little boy called Momo stroked his temple and then gave a firm nod.

"Mom hasn't got up yet." He replied.