Hayden turned up the brightness of the bedside lamp.

There was a CD and a piece of paper.

Layla unfolded the piece of paper and stared at the words on it.

After inspecting it a few times, she cluelessly handed it over to Hayden and said, "What does it say, Hayden? I don't know how to read this."

Hayden glanced at the piece of paper, then said indifferently, "I can't read it either."

After all, he too was in preschool.

The words on the piece of paper looked to be in a foreign language. The reason for that was that the paper was written using professional jargon.

"What's this, then?" Layla asked as she picked up the CD and inspected it.

There were no pictures or words on it.

Hayden also felt curious about the CD.

However, there was no way for him to check its contents without his laptop.

"Don't we need to put this in a computer to see what's inside, Hayden?" Layla asked, then something hit her. "We could borrow Uncle Mike's laptop!"

Hayden saw the spark in his sister's eyes.