Sun Mulin finally emerged from the sandbox. By the time he cleaned himself up, it was already past 4 PM. Just as he finished, Ke Xing arrived with his two grandsons, and the four met in the courtyard.
"Oh! Yiyi and Er Er are back?" Sun Mulin, having played all afternoon, felt a bit fatigued. Rubbing his temples, he looked at Ke Xing and the children, his gaze primarily on Yiyi and Er Er, "Come over and give Uncle a hug."
Yiyi and Er Er nestled in Ke Xing's arms. They had spent the entire day playing with aristocratic family children, without taking a nap, so their little heads were nodding off in drowsiness. Even seeing Sun Mulin made them happy, Yiyi and Er Er didn't have the energy to play with him.
Sun Mulin shrugged helplessly. He liked the two children and wanted to play with them, but as an uncle, he couldn't force them to muster spirit when they were tired.
