It sounded very much like an order.
Xia Zhisu chuckled, "Got it!"
Many of Ling Chuan's books were kept in Xia Zhisu's room. He loved coming to his mommy's room when Ling Tian'ao wasn't around, sitting with her, and the two of them would read together.
Xia Zhisu enjoyed reading about computer programming and talent management skills.
Ling Chuan was small, so he had to drag a chair over to get books from the cabinet.
The chair was heavy, and he struggled with it, making a lot of noise.
Someone was passing by the door, and hearing noise from Xia Zhisu's room, he practically dashed in.
Only to see a small figure standing on the chair, who had just grabbed a book from the shelf and was turning to look at the man rushing in from the doorway.
Ling Chuan was stunned, and the man at the door was equally surprised.
"Hey! Weren't you supposed to be dead?" Ling Chuan asked in confusion.
"Why is it you!" Ling Tian'ao called out unhappily from the doorway.
