"Xixi, surely you could be a little less hardcore."
Tian Miaomiao watched in utter amazement as Ji Weixi put the pair of man's trousers on the desk. "It's just a meeting, but why are you bringing back a man's wet pants?"
"…It's Li Shaoling's."
"What!" Tian Miaomiao was so shocked she flipped over in her chair and crashed to the floor. "Are you joking? He wet his pants? Can you repeat that?!"
It was all over. Li Shaoling's image of a man-god had completely collapsed in her mind.
Meanwhile, Ji Jiayu picked up the pair of trousers and dumped it into a rubbish bin in disgust.
"Mommy, when did you become so hardcore?" he then asked as well.
Suffering an unspeakable grievance, Ji Weixi simply retrieved the trousers out of the bin. "I did splash fruit juice on his pants," she said. "He's having me clean it."
She would suffer otherwise in the coming days.
