Qiqi timidly looked toward his dad and, seeing the "you're on your own" look in his eyes, knew he was beyond rescue this time. He didn't even have the chance to try to charm his way out of trouble when his little sister had already plunged into their mother's arms, her sweet trembling voice sickeningly cooing, "Mommy, why did you only come now? I missed you to death."
Although Feng Xuxu was originally full of anger, seeing her children safe and sound before her eased her anxious heart. Looking at her daughter nestled in her arms and her son standing timidly at the doorway, her anger subsided, but her face remained stern, "Do you aspire to be a door god?"
Qiqi opened his little mouth wide and rushed into the comforting embrace of his mother, rubbing his head against her and inhaling the familiar scent, his eyes instantly brimming with a mist of tears, he called out softly and somewhat choked up, "Mom."
