Shen Mianmian watched them with a mischievous smile forming at the corner of her mouth, and then, with an innocent look, she turned to Shen Jianhua and asked, "Dad, does Mom talk in her sleep at night? I was kind of groggy, but I think I heard her talking."
Zhou Siyu glared at Shen Mianmian in secret, wondering how she hadn't heard any of that?
Last night, Shen Mianmian had slept like a log—how could she have heard anything?
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhou Lanfang's face turned bright red at the thought that the stirrings in the room had been overheard by the two children; she was usually unreasonable.
The weather was cold at night, and the children went to bed early, so she never expected that noise from their room could be heard, causing Zhou Siyu to lose sleep over it.
If this got out, the whole village would laugh at them.
"I'm not talking nonsense, I really heard it, and Siyu did too. That's why she couldn't sleep."
"I..."
