Apart from Song Gensheng, both Qingzhu and Hei Lie had extensive experience accompanying Zhao Xiyan, so they had anticipated the pair's late arrival.
That very morning, the two spared no effort in imparting their knowledge to Song Gensheng.
However, although Song Gensheng was of normal intelligence, he proved to be unteachable when it came to matters between men and women.
Thus, as soon as the two entered, they heard the boy's giggling voice.
"Sister, brother-in-law, those two said you got up late because you went to bed late, what does that mean?"
Qi Yue was already feeling slightly uncomfortable for getting up so late.
Hearing this statement, she immediately thought of the series of romping she had just had with Zhao Xiyan in their room, and half of her face instantly heated up.
"Ahem," clenching her small fists, she covered her flushed cheeks, "Gensheng, how old are you this year?"
Song Gensheng scratched his head in confusion.
