On a morning, an eight or nine-year-old boy walked into Tomorrow's Noble School. He carried a backpack and looked like he hadn't slept well; standing at the entrance, he yawned several times.,"Then, let me make a call first." Leng Bingbing spoke softly. She knew she wouldn't be able to go to work today anyway.,"Let's part ways." Summer didn't hesitate for a moment and made the decision. After all these years, he had come to see her as an independent woman rather than a clone.。