She widened her eyes and clicked her tongue, "Tsk tsk tsk, son, I didn't realize your feelings for Chongchong were so deep that you even want to bring her to school!"
Chenchen's face turned red and then white, extremely regretful, "I didn't, alright, just pretend I never said that!"
"That's not going to work!" Tong Mo pulled out her phone, "Wait, Mommy will call your principal and homeroom teacher right now and get them to agree to let you bring Chongchong to school."
Chenchen moved his lips, seemingly wanting to refuse, but the words that came out were, "Thank you."
"Why are you being so polite with your own mom!" Tong Mo couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
Chenchen lowered his head and chuckled softly, then went upstairs.
Not long after, Tong Mo saw him coming downstairs with a broom and dustpan.
"What's going on?"
"Sweeping the snow." Chenchen spat out two words.
"???" Tong Mo looked puzzled, not knowing why he suddenly had the urge to sweep snow.
