"Little Fan cried in his dream just now."

Suddenly, as she was silently cursing in her heart, he threw out a sentence.

"What? Did he cry? Didn't he sleep long ago?"

Ye Zhiyu was anxious. "Did you wake him up? He still has to go to school tomorrow! Drive quickly. I'll take a look. Well, you should stay if he cries!"

"Don't worry. He was crying in dreams. He didn't wake up. He was sleeping well when I left."

"Oh." She ...