Helplessly, she could only smile and say, "Chris, we should go back now. It's not good to drive when it's dark."
Chris nodded, then hung his little head and scooted off, covering his right eye with his hand as he climbed down from the bed.
Charlotte Green saw his strange behavior and asked anxiously, "Chris, what's wrong with your eye?"
Kevin Cliff heard her, turned around, and his sharp gaze also held a hint of nervousness as it fell on Chris, who quickly ran to the restroom outside.
"Chris..." Charlotte Green followed worriedly, but found that the door was already locked from the inside.
"He's probably just rubbing his eye out of habit. It's nothing," Kevin Cliff comforted her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
After a while, the door opened, and Chris walked out with his pants hitched up, appearing normal.
Kevin Cliff couldn't help but lightly pat his head, "Such a young age and already so concerned about privacy!"
And locking the door!
