The next morning, on the couch in the living room, Miniature Leng Yejin ignored Shanshan's loud chatter. He stared at the pink dress that he was wearing in defeat while changing channels with the remote controller in his hand. He wanted to watch the morning news.
Throughout the night, his mood changed so drastically. He was so angry that he no longer wished to speak.
Tong Lu walked out from the kitchen with breakfast. Soon enough, the dining table was filled with delicious food.
Shanshan ran towards her mother excitedly. "Mum, mum, where did little brother come from?"
"I don't know either." Tong Lu lifted her and sat her down in her chair and said, "There's only one baby chair. Can you let little brother use it?"
Shanshan nodded happily. "Okay. Little brother is so cute. But why doesn't he speak?"
