Afternoon.
Xiaocheng woke up, crawled out of bed, and seeing the empty room, started crying loudly.
Yan Ye's father hurriedly arrived with Miaomiao in his arms.
"Your sister isn't even crying! Why are you?" Yan Ye's father tried to use reverse psychology.
Xiaocheng's open mouth immediately closed.
The crying stopped abruptly.
"Where's mom?" Xiaocheng asked, tears still in his eyes, his little mouth quivering, looking particularly pitiful.
Yan Ye's father felt his heart melt.
"Your mom left. She has things to do; she can't stay with you all day! Oh, and that aunty left too."
"Don't invite aunty to our house anymore! Don't you know if aunty comes by a couple of times, she'll start liking our house? Our food is good, our soup is delicious... My sister and I are so cute... If aunty starts liking it here, what about my mom?"
Yan Ye's father: "..."
