He put down the book and sat up on the bench, letting his mother sit beside him.

Yu Sheng picked up the book on the side. Just as he picked it up, the whole book scattered, and Yu Sheng's face was a little embarrassed.

"That … son, mom really didn't mean to …"

Is her hand this heavy?

It was just a book, why did it dissipate the moment it was mentioned?

"It doesn't matter. This book took a long time to flip through. ...