In the suite, Yan Luoxi wore a light blue dress, with her shoulder-length hair curling slightly, and her fringe giving off a hint of lazy elegance. She looked at Yanling, who had his head buried in the bedding and patted the comforter lightly.
"Xiaoling, have you slept enough? Everyone is waiting for you," she said.
Yanling didn't move, still snoring heavily under the blanket, grouchy from just waking up, "Mommy, I'm so sleepy, I don't want to see those annoying monkeys. Tell them to leave, don't bother me."
Yan Luoxi furrowed her brows. Growing up famous in M Country and spoiled rotten by the Old Buddha, he had no sense of time and acted on whims. When displeased, he would unabashedly give the media cold looks.
Despite such a lack of professionalism, he was immensely popular.
