Ye Zi'an looked at Qingqing with a mix of amusement and frustration.
"Who taught you to speak so sharply?"
"It's natural." Qingqing raised her eyes, "Dad, I wasn't wrong."
Yangyang stepped forward and pinched his little cheeks, "You're right, when Yueyue comes back, we all have to step aside, but don't be sad, brother loves you."
"I'll love you too."
With their hands clasped together, the two brothers showed brotherly love, making the onlookers crack a smile.
Having not seen Ms.Wang and the others for a long time, Yang Chuxia pulled Ms.Wang aside to chat secretly at night, and later they squeezed onto the same bed to sleep.
Left alone, Ye Zi'an felt incredibly grudging. Remembering Qingqing's words during the day, he went to find the three brothers for a chat.
Upon reaching Yangyang's courtyard, he saw Lele directing people to deliver bathwater, while Yangyang fetched clothes and brought a stool.
