"Much better."

William Brooks took his exercise book, flipped through it casually, and noticed that the handwriting was actually neater than usual.

She curved her lips and asked, "Yuanyuan, your homework has improved again since last night. Did your dad help you with it?"

"No, my dad went to sleep."

Edward Sutton puffed out his chest and lifted his head, saying proudly, "My uncle helped me with it."

William Brooks: "..."

The faint smile froze at the corner of her mouth, turning into a stiff arc.

As expected...

William Brooks took a deep breath and patted Edward Sutton's head.

"Alright, go back to class now."

After Edward Sutton's figure disappeared from the office, William Brooks graded homework for a while.

After thinking it over, she still couldn't resist taking out her phone and finding Ethan Sutton on WeChat.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, editing and deleting for a long time before finally sending a message.

[William Brooks: The school doesn't require parents to accompany their children while doing homework. If you really don't have time, you don't have to do it.]

At this hour, Ethan Sutton actually replied quite quickly.

[c]: ?

[c]: Alright then, I guess I was just making trouble for myself yesterday.

[William Brooks]: ...

?

Aren't you a singer? Why are you acting with me now?

[William Brooks: Edward Sutton already told me that it was his uncle who helped him with his homework yesterday. You really don't have to lie to me on purpose.]

[c: ......]

[William Brooks: After all.]

[William Brooks: Even if your child doesn't learn anything, it won't affect my salary.]

[c: ............]

Chapter 6

Inside the studio.

The photographer snapped his fingers, signaling the end of this part of the shoot. The stylists gathered around immediately, carrying their kits, to touch up Ethan Sutton's look.

To avoid disturbing the carefully adjusted lighting, the assistant brought over a high stool for Ethan Sutton to sit on right where he was.

Today's shoot was important—it was the year-end feature for a top domestic fashion magazine, so Henry Sutton naturally had to be present in person.

He stood behind the computer, reviewing the sample shots. His gaze flickered, and he suddenly noticed something different.

Usually, Ethan Sutton never brought his phone to work, but now he was checking his phone while getting his makeup touched up.

And he looked completely exasperated.

Henry Sutton found it amusing and walked over, tilting his head to peek down.

"What are you looking at? Why do you have such a weird expression—"

Before he could finish, Ethan Sutton, sensing Henry Sutton's gaze, immediately turned off the screen.

Henry Sutton paused mid-action.

If he hadn't seen wrong just now—

The person Ethan Sutton was chatting with on WeChat had a pink cartoon avatar?

Henry Sutton shrank his neck, looking at Ethan Sutton with a gossipy glint.

"What's going on? Is there something I can't see?"

Ethan Sutton completely ignored him, handed his phone to the assistant, then closed his eyes and tilted his head back, signaling the makeup artist to continue.

"Aiyo."

So Henry Sutton slowly stepped back two paces, tilting his head up and down to size up Ethan Sutton. "So mysterious—has your white moonlight goddess come back?"

As soon as he finished, Ethan Sutton's brows suddenly furrowed.

"......"

That subtle change in expression was like a bolt of lightning, striking Henry Sutton right in the head, making him feel something was off.

His expression and words froze at the same time, his gaze inching upward until it landed on Ethan Sutton's face.

Could it be... he actually... hit the mark with a joke?

The ripple in Henry Sutton's heart began to spread throughout the entire studio.

By the time he realized he'd slipped up and tried to laugh it off, someone was already excitedly asking, "What white moonlight? Ethan Sutton has a white moonlight?"

At this point, with Ethan Sutton and Henry Sutton at the center, the entire studio erupted in gossip-fueled curiosity after three seconds of extreme silence.

No wonder everyone was curious.

The staff in this studio were all entertainment industry people—they'd seen plenty of male celebrities who looked glamorous on the surface but were a mess in private.

But Ethan Sutton, who had been at the peak of his career these past few years, seemed immune to scandals—not even a whiff of gossip.

And it didn't seem like he was just putting on an act. They'd worked with Ethan Sutton several times, even gone abroad for shoots twice, and after all that time, not only did he not have a girlfriend, he didn't even have a rumored fling.

So, quite a few people had privately speculated about Ethan Sutton's sexual orientation.

That's why, upon suddenly hearing Ethan Sutton's manager say he had a white moonlight goddess, who wouldn't be curious and excited?

A top male star's white moonlight goddess—now that's way more interesting than some cold and aloof persona.

The studio grew noisy, and even the editor-in-chief who came to supervise joined in, asking Ethan Sutton, "Is it true? No wonder there were so many lovesick ballads on your first album. Ah, the age of first love—you really poured your heart into those songs."

"What does she look like? Do you have a photo?"

Amid the commotion, Ethan Sutton slowly opened his eyes and gave Henry Sutton a chilly look.

The instigator guiltily scratched his chin, eyes darting, and shouted, "What are you all gossiping about! I was just joking. Get back to work, we're on a tight schedule!"

But everyone could hear the guilt in his voice, and no one paid him any mind.