Oh, My Ear's Going to Fall Off

Late at night, the little rascal slept soundly, wrapped around Mo Jingchun's arm like an octopus. Every now and then, Mo Jingchun could even hear the little rascal giggling in her sleep.

Who knew what mischievous scheme she was dreaming up this time?

But Mo Jingchun, who had been lying in bed for more than two hours, was wide awake.

How long had it been since he last suffered from insomnia? Mo Jingchun thought carefully. It had been before Candy turned one. Back then, he hadn't slept soundly a single night.

The slightest noise was enough to wake him.

As far as Mo Jingchun could remember, he had few memories of dreaming during that time.

He hadn't opened the curtains in his room once in the past two days. Apart from the indicator light on the air conditioner, there wasn't another source of light in the room.

Even with the lights off, Mo Jingchun could just make out the ceiling.

Ever since they'd returned from Old Master Li's family dinner that evening, the old man's parting words had kept echoing in Mo Jingchun's mind.

As far as the little rascal was concerned, she'd eaten lots of delicious foods she'd never tried before and met three little boys about her age.

But Mo Jingchun had known Old Master Li's history from the beginning. How could he have been in the mood to eat? Especially after those few brief words the old man had said as they were leaving—Mo Jingchun had been shaken to the core.

If Mo Jingchun hadn't known that no one but him and Candy could enter his Private Laboratory, he might have suspected that someone had leaked its secrets.

But surely he hadn't leaked them himself. And Candy was even less likely. She couldn't understand those documents and