Li Jing sat upright in the hall, reviewing documents with pen in hand.
But Nezha, sitting to the side, bore an utterly dejected and defeated expression.
Ugh, extreme boredom.
Unconsciously fiddling with his own fingers.
He stealthily glanced at Li Jing and, realizing he had gone unnoticed, his mouth suddenly cracked open, revealing his wickedly sharp little teeth.
Afraid his mischievous thoughts would be discovered, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand, tiptoeing around, looking exceedingly well-behaved and adorable.
A low murmur followed, and then a puff of blue smoke flashed by.
Li Jing looked up instinctively!
There he saw, Nezha sitting there, listlessly playing with his fingers.
However, the child was sitting straight and proper, exhibiting an indescribably blank state.
Just then, Yin Shiniang, dressed in a jacket and skirt with a jade hairpin in her hair, walked in.
