Zhuang Huai finally understood what was happening and raised his hand to surrender, "Alright! It's my fault. It's my honor to be scolded by Mom! My wife is true love, and my son is an accident. I understand that!"
Zhuang Huai's face was filled with pride as he spoke. He slowly strolled over the stairs, and after passing Zhuang Ming and Lin En, he mischievously added another sentence. After speaking, he was afraid his mother would catch him, so he ran down the stairs laughing.
Lin En didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his silly son. He vented his anger on Zhuang Ming. "Look at your silly son."
"How can it only be mine! It's ours." Zhuang Ming said gently with a smile on his face.
Zhuang Xian walked out of the kitchen with breakfast. She looked at her third brother, who was in high spirits early in the morning, and asked gently, "What are you talking to Mom about on the second floor? Why are you so loud? It sounds like you're quarreling!"
