Wen Mo rolled his eyes, suddenly realizing that his carefree personality might be inherited from his mother.

He glanced at the clock again and muttered a few words. He put down his chopsticks and was about to get up to call Xia Lian to get up when he heard a leisurely whisper in his ear.

Why did you two go to bed so early yesterday?

"..."

Wen Mo jolted as if electrocuted, turning his head shakily, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat. He was momentarily speechless, because those close to him knew that he liked to stay up late.

"I just... suddenly got a little tired, so I fell asleep."

He forced himself to come up with a reason.

"Oh? I'm suddenly feeling a bit tired." Su Juan narrowed her eyes slightly. "Something sounds a bit strange to me."

"What's wrong? I'll go wake her up..."

"Sit back down."

"Okay." Wen Mo obediently complied, sitting up straight with an awkward smile.

Su Juan didn't speak, but her slightly narrowed eyes revealed a hint of cunning, as if she wanted to see through her son's thoughts.

"The water heater is broken."

"right."

"So I came to borrow the bathroom."

“That’s right.” Wen Mo forced a smile and gestured with his hands. “The hot water just won’t come out.”

"Nothing else?" Su Juan asked suspiciously.

Wenmer remained outwardly calm. Although he was thick-skinned, he wasn't thick enough to casually mention that the two of them were sharing a bathtub.

That would make me look like some kind of pervert...!

So, the words that absolutely cannot be uttered are now officially considered accepted as an order. Is this a challenge of moral transgression? Interesting, I'll take it.

My name is Wen Mo.

I'm about to start lying.

"Apart from that... nothing else."