“Still not up yet?” Leticia smiled and said as she entered her daughter’s room after the door opened.

Imogen’s room was decorated in a warm style, but the furniture was minimal. Aside from the bed, a computer desk, and a set of sofas, she preferred things to be simple. Her room was also the smallest. She said that if the room was too big, it felt empty and she could not sleep well.

Leticia thought it was because when her daughter learned self-defense from her master, she lived in a small room with her fellow disciples, so she had gotten used to smaller spaces.

Compared to the average person, Imogen's room was actually quite large, but against the rooms of the other family members, hers looked smaller.

Leticia sat down on the sofa.

“Mom, let me change first.” With her mother here, Imogen could no longer lie in bed. She went to change and wash up, then came out of the bathroom.

She poured her mother a cup of water and placed it in front of her before sitting next to her. “Mom, a