Lian Xinying didn't notice Yan Ye behind her, she quickly walked to the bedside and moved her son to the other side of the bed.
Then she started tidying up the sheets.
While she was at it, she lectured Xiaocheng, "If you're drinking milk, just drink your milk, why did you unscrew the cap? When you unscrew the cap, of course, it's going to spill out!"
"I didn't mean to!" Xiaocheng pouted, putting on a cute act!
Of course, the little guy didn't think of this as putting on a cute act, he was just trying to look pitiful so that Mommy wouldn't get mad.
"Then can you not do that next time, okay?" Lian Xinying coaxed him.
Xiaocheng nodded vigorously, then pointed his little finger towards Yan Ye at the door.
Tattling, "Mommy! It's that uncle!"
Lian Xinying sharply turned around, and after facing Yan Ye's stern and puzzled expression, she felt a strong cold breeze whistling past.
"What about that uncle?" Lian Xinying feigned calm, turning back to look at her son.
