The servant's body twitched, "I, I saw the two young masters playing in the garden and thought nothing would go wrong, so I went to the bathroom halfway through. When I returned, I couldn't find them anymore."
"Useless trash."
Ada scolded and immediately went out to search.
When Shen Yan arrived at the Study Room, he heard Nineteen's crying and, without bothering to knock, burst through the door.
"Seventeen, Nineteen!"
Shen Hua turned his head to look, his brows tight, "Shen Yan, now you don't even bother with the basic courtesy of knocking?"
"Brother, I'm sorry," Shen Yan hurriedly apologized, then his gaze moved past Shen Hua to the two little treasures huddled together beside the desk.
Seventeen was holding Nineteen, whose pure eyes were misty with moisture, determined not to cry, whereas Nineteen, who was in his arms, had a little face red from crying, and golden tears fell like pearls off a broken string.
