In the room upstairs, Song Weiyi had calmed down quite a bit and was giving her child a bath in the bathroom.
"Hiding here, made it so difficult for me to find you," Zhao Mengmeng teased.
Song Weiyi's eyes were still a bit red, clearly she had been crying earlier. Seeing this, Zhao Mengmeng had to get serious.
"Why are you here?" Song Weiyi wrapped her son in a towel.
As soon as their little aunt appeared, Pei Dabao quickly covered himself. "Aunt, you guys go out."
This scene amused both Song Weiyi and Zhao Mengmeng.
Tutu hid behind her, seeing nothing at all.
She raised an eyebrow, "Little kid, you're not even fully grown, and already shy with me?"
"Auntie, you're disrespecting the old," Xu Jinhang's little face was reddened by the steam in the bathroom, looking as ripe as an apple.
"Haha, you even know how to use 'disrespecting the old'? Impressive, Erbao."
"Mom, close the door quickly, close it," Xu Jinhang shouted.
