"Zhuang Zhuang."
"Yes?"
Zhuang Zhuang pulled Xiaoyi to sit on the bed. When he heard XIaoyi's voice, he tilted his head and looked at him.
"Have you become…" Xiaoyi thought for a moment and used a nicer term to describe it. "Swollen?"
"Huh??"
Zhuang Zhuang bit his lower lip and looked at him in confusion. "Swollen?"
"No, I'm not swollen." Zhuang Zhuang shook his head vigorously to show that he was not swollen.
Seeing that Zhuang Zhuang didn't seem to understand what he was saying, Xiaoyi pursed his lips. Zhuang Zhuang might not be happy to hear that he had gained weight. After all, most people didn't seem to like being called fat.
"Xiaoyi means that you've gained weight."
As soon as she entered the house, Xiaoguo heard Xiaoyi's tactful words. With her son being so clueless, she had no choice but to get straight to the point.
