"Ye! Where did you go?"
Lin Shuang almost lost her mind from the panic. She pulled the little boy into her arms and smacked him angrily on the bottom.
"I..." Ye twisted awkwardly in his mother's arms. "I got lost..."
"Hmph! You're a dum-dum!" Tong Tong giggled. "I don't get lost! I'm good!"
"Yes, Tong Tong is good."
Yi Ting bent over and picked up his daughter. She was like his little lover; small and soft. He patted her on the head dotingly as he spoke in a gentle voice.
"This isn't our home. Don't run around recklessly in the future," Lin Shuang said patiently. However, she did find this incident strange. Her son had always been sensible; he should have already known this.
At this moment, Zhou Manli approached with a light-up sign singing the birthday song. The guests gathered on both sides. They clapped their hands and quickly joined in.
"Wow! What a big cake!"
