It was clear that Zhao Mengmeng's mouth couldn't be pried open.
Song Weiyi's gaze passed over her fierce friend and noticed her two sons behind her. At the sight, her face turned even paler.
"Dabao, Erbao, what's wrong with you?" Why are you both wearing the same patient gown?
This time, Pei Dabao's mind worked quickly, and he immediately had an excuse.
"Mom, we were performing a play at school. As soon as we went on stage, we heard the news from home and ran over without changing clothes."
With Zhao Mengmeng, the skilled senior, leading the way, he said this without a change in expression.
A teachable kid, Zhao Mengmeng thought.
"Really?" Song Weiyi was somewhat skeptical, feeling that her sons' pale faces weren't merely due to makeup.
