It was thinking of his wife's birthday that brought him rushing back home.
At this moment, Meng Yunhan felt as sweet as if she had swallowed honey.
"Ahao, I even forgot about my own birthday, it was Dad who reminded me," said Meng Yunhan, her tone slightly coquettish.
Yun Hao wrapped his arms around his wife and gently touched Little Huzi's face: He wasn't home, so he had to teach him to think about protecting his mother.
"Wife, I will remember your birthday next time."
Then he thought about the matter of sewing clothes.
"Wife, can you avoid sewing clothes at night?" He understood that his wife had to go to class, had other things to do this weekend, and only sewed at night. His wife made their parents' clothes in this way, which made him feel for his wife.
Upon hearing his gentle request, Meng Yunhan replied, "I'll try not to sew at night." In fact, sewing involved making patterns and drawing designs. Where could they find so much fabric!
