Zhuge Xunming's parents were worried, and his mother said: "Even if he's good at making cakes, those kids still don't seem to welcome him; they're isolating him."
Director: "Isn't it your son who sticks to the sofa and doesn't want to join in?"
Zhuge Xunming's father: "Director, if my son is still isolated after two days, we'll quit the show and leave the Little Island with him!"
The director sighed: "I'll arrange some tasks that they have to complete together. In the face of difficulties, the kids will unite."
...
After eating and drinking their fill, the kids began to choose rooms when the doorbell of the villa rang.
Wukong ran to open the door.
At the door stood an elderly lady, holding a little boy who looked about two or three years old.
"I'm the old Wang from next door, you can call me Grandma Wang, and this is my grandson Xiao Wang."
Tom stepped forward and asked, "Grandma Wang, is there anything we can help you with?"
