Yan Ye opened the bedroom door and saw his son standing at the doorway, poised to knock with his little hand.
"What are you doing here? Your mom is taking a bath. Go back to your room," Yan Ye shooed Xiaocheng away like a little chick towards the other side.
With a whimper, Xiaocheng voiced, "What was my mom shouting about?"
"Your mom wasn't shouting just now; you heard wrong," Yan Ye, seeing the little tyke didn't want to go back, had no choice but to pick him up and personally take him back.
"No! I didn't hear wrong! My mom really did shout!" Xiaocheng's voice was incredibly loud.
Inside the bedroom, Lian Xinying heard everything loud and clear.
Looks like, from now on, we'll have to be quieter.
After Yan Ye took his son back to his room and soothed him for a while, the little guy finally settled down.
When he returned to the bedroom, Lian Xinying was pretending to sleep again.
