Sure enough, the next morning, Lin Ling's cries were heard early on. Lin Qiao was startled awake from her sleepiness and instinctively looked outside the window, seeing the sky was still dim and unclear.
Listening to Lin Ling's cries, she hesitated for a moment before covering herself with the blanket to continue sleeping. It wasn't that she was a heartless mother; the child really needed some discipline.
Sigh, perhaps it's an inherited trait from her.
Since kindergarten, she had been a source of headaches for her teachers.
She quickly got up, tiptoed to the window to peek. Lin Ling was holding a sword, seemingly unable to lift it any longer, with the sword's tip nearly touching the ground.
But he seemed afraid to let it touch the ground, probably because Song Tingfan had said something to him.
She couldn't bear to watch it anymore and decided to go back to sleep. Just as she lay down, the door was pushed open from outside, "Awake?"
Clearly, he had seen her.
