After dinner, An Hao went to wash the dishes, and Qin Jian followed her to the kitchen.
The two little kids leaned over the table, drawing with pencils.
"Brother, what do you think is going on with Mom and Dad? Does Dad really love Mom? Are they really upset with each other?" Ning Chenguang suddenly asked, biting his pencil.
"I don't know!" Ning Chenyang sighed deeply, glanced at the warm orange light coming from the kitchen, and said, "The adult world is something we kids can't figure out!"
"Makes sense!" Ning Chenguang nodded, turned his head to look at his brother, and asked, "Brother, what kind of wife will you marry in the future?"
"Someone like Mom!" Ning Chenyang answered without hesitation, "What about you?"
Ning Chenguang bit his pencil and was silent for a long time.
