In the living room, upon hearing the doorbell, Mrs. Lu went to open the door, and saw her godson entering with a bag of fruit.
"My mom said her unit distributed extra, and she wanted to give some to neighbors on each side," Yao Ziye had just said this to Mrs. Lu with a smile, when both of them heard Jun Ye's voice, the one he used when he was angry, coming from the room.
"Ah, those siblings must be arguing about something again," Mrs. Lu was getting a headache.
Her eldest son and daughter, arguing every three days was part of their routine.
"Godmother, I'll go have a look," Yao Ziye said after placing the bag of apples on the table in the living room, then tiptoed towards the room.
Manman was in the room, arguing with her older brother: "Bro, this won't work, the previous doctor said Chun Xia might have difficulty delivering naturally, and might need a cesarean section."
Upon hearing her words, Yao Ziye was sweating for her: Wasn't she just kicking against Jun Ye's iron plate?
