Lin Liuliu heard her say that and nodded, "With the year-end approaching, you shouldn't run around."
"Okay, I got it."
Zhuo Junyi felt, was mom too nervous today? She seemed a bit strange.
Su Ningyan didn't eat much dinner, so Lin Liuliu had the kitchen make some porridge to be sent up later.
On the second floor, the eldest son was about to take a bath, and mom was still standing in the room.
He felt a bit embarrassed, "Mom, I'm...I'm a boy, I can wash by myself."
Ningyan walked over and ruffled his hair, "How old are you really? In mom's eyes, you're just a little kid. Mom just wants to watch you."
The eldest son had no choice, hesitated a bit, "Mom, then you wait here, I'll wash myself."
"Okay, go ahead, mom won't peek."
Ningyan felt a bit frustrated, her own son was too independent, making her feel a bit redundant as a mom.
She had no choice but to tidy up his clothes in the room.
These two kids just never gave her much to worry about.
