Chapter 287: Three Bigwigs Support Cheyenne

Seated at the dining table were three or four family members, and the atmosphere was relatively calm and harmonious. The only sounds were the clinking of forks and plates and the sound of people chewing their food. A young boy sat there, with pronounced dark circles under his eyes, propping up his chin with one hand, looking bored as he idly poked at the food on his plate with his fork. His otherwise clean and handsome face showed impatience, and he complained, "Why are there mushrooms? I hate mushrooms, I'm not eating this." With that, he flung his fork down and let out a yawn, preparing to get up and go back upstairs for more sleep. He had been staying up late practicing a new champion in Arena of Valor, which he had just purchased, and he was still not very familiar with its skills. It was only past 7 o'clock now, and his mother was already dragging him out of bed for breakfast. His outburst interrupted the actions of the other three people. George, with a stern gaze, peered over