'It seems that no matter how stoic a man is, he's bound to become a bit slyly passionate after getting married. All self-control on the surface, but on the inside...'
When Wen Ci got home, only a few little kids were left in the courtyard, doing their homework beside the gazebo. The bright sun shone down on them. She walked up behind them and asked, "Why aren't you doing your homework in the gazebo?"
"It's warmer in the sun."
"And where are your parents?"
"They went home."
"They went home?" Wen Ci frowned.
There were plenty of leftovers from lunch, and the table was still set up in the courtyard.
'Why would Sister Jing and the others just go home?'
Little Rascal, who was holding a book, slowly looked up and explained, "Our dads got drunk, so our moms helped them home to rest."
Wen Ci: "..."
'It was inevitable for the men to get drunk at the table.'
