He bore responsibility and was accountable.
"Mom, we should get off the bus now." Wen Tang saw that her childish tantrum had no effect, so she deliberately cleared her throat, "Never mind the candy."
"Anyway, eating too much doesn't do any good." Wen Tang said as she walked toward the villa.
Wen Lan's eyes lit up and she hurriedly followed, giggling, "Candy."
She reached out to Wen Tang as she spoke.
When the two stopped in the living room, Wen Tang looked up at Pei Heyan, "I'll take her to the guest room to wash up and change clothes, you go rest."
Pei Heyan agreed but did not go upstairs, sitting downstairs reading the newspaper to pass the time.
From time to time, Wen Tang's voice could be heard from the guest room.
"Mom," she called out long, "Stop it."
Wen Tang raised her arm to wipe the foam off her cheek.
Wen Lan, indefatigable, picked up the bubbles and blew them while giggling foolishly.
Wen Tang braced herself and tried to wash as quickly as possible.
