Early the next morning, Father Ji just woke up, and when he opened the door Ji Peng was already there, the two of them looked at each other.
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
The next moment, Ji Peng ran away in a flash.
Father Ji chased after him: "Stop!"
Ji Peng's voice drifted over from afar, "Nope, won't do, I'm going to the library to do some homework!"
Due to the lack of exercise all the year round, Father Ji followed several steps and couldn't move after that. He stood on the spot with his hips akimbo, panting, and when he turned his head, he saw his wife and youngest son staring at him dumbfounded.
He subconsciously tidied up his slightly messy clothes and hairstyle. Just as he was about to habitually complain about his eldest son, he remembered that he had been angry since last night, and he should still be in the cold war right now.
Can't take the initiative to speak.
Whoever speaks first loses.