Damn! A Heart-Pounding Feeling!

This was already the second time…

What was it like to be misunderstood by your own mother for the second time?

Wang Ling thought it was as embarrassing as spilling drops of yogurt on your pants while drinking it in your room, and then being caught wiping them with a tissue.

Looking at the bedroom door, Wang Ling felt it was time for him to enlighten it… at the very least, he should add a defense function. It wasn't like Mother Wang didn't usually knock, but sometimes she would forget to do so when she was in a hurry to say something.

It could only be said that the mothers of the world were by and large like this…

Wang Ling looked at the girl in gray on his bed, his eyebrows forming a knot.