Lin Zhiming: "..."
Feeling guilty, he glanced at his little aunt and uncle and forced a stiff smile, whispering, "Only the unsuccessful resort to moving bricks, you can't be doing that."
It was fine for him to move bricks himself, but if he lured Alin into doing the same, not just their parents, but even their grandparents would break his legs.
Gu Mujing seemed to understand that this wasn't something nice to say. Seeing Zhiming's guilty expression, he considerately took his brother's hand, "Alin, let's go play."
Gu Mulin was at the age where he loved to play and was immediately distracted, "Okay, okay."
With the boys deviating from the topic, the previous conversation twisted away.
Soon after, they saw Lin Qingmu enter the house wrapped in a military coat.
