Inside a room decorated in a rather childlike style, Xiaopang was holding his mother's phone to play a game. On the small table in front of him were neatly lined up bags of potato chips, yogurt, crispy sharks, and various other snacks.
Seeing the message sent by Liu Duoduo, Xiaopang curled his chubby little lips in disdain, grabbed a handful of potato chips, and chewed on them with a crunching sound, then picked up the yogurt and took a gulp with his neck tilted back.
What could possibly be more comfortable than finishing your homework and then happily playing a round of game?
Chapter 112