"Seventeen, Nineteen, slow down a little." Beneath the shade of the trees, Rhee watched the two little treasures with a gentle gaze and called out softly.
"These two little ones are much more mischievous and lively than Jingwu was when he was little," Madam Quan laughed.
Thinking back to her son's cold demeanor as a child, Rhee couldn't help but complain, "Indeed, when Jingwu was little, he was like an old man, not fun at all."
Madam Quan asked, "By the way, has Qingqing said when she'll be back?"
"Mm, she just called me this morning, said she'll be back tomorrow night," Rhee replied. "Little Qingqing was blessed in disguise this time going to F Country. She regained her memory, that rascal Jingwu must be so happy he could soar to the skies."
Madam Quan smiled faintly.
Not far away, Seventeen and Nineteen were playing with a ball, with Nineteen running ahead holding the ball and Seventeen chasing after him.
"Nineteen, the ball."
