Saeron raced over to her dad and clung onto his neck. Although she had just turned two years old, her pronunciation was precise. John stopped folding the clothes in front of him and pulled Saeron into his arms. He playfully bit down on her head.
"Mommy said she'd come get us after she's done with work. Wait a little longer."
"Aah! You'll b'wake my head!"
Saeron pushed John's head away and grew angry. John awkwardly went back to folding the clothes.
"Bom. Come here, come here."
When Saeron called her, Bom flinched in Ethan's arms before climbing down and waddling over. Although they were only half a year apart, Saeron took care of Bom like an older sister. She had definitely gotten that from Rong Ming.
"When Bom grows bigger, don't throw the clothes away and sell them at a thrift market."
