"Hey, little handsome, I... I'm not scolding you, just wait for Mommy a second, Mommy will be right out!"
She reached out to grab a tissue, but her fingers grasped at nothing.
Gan Yuan turned her head in confusion, only to see an empty cardboard tube in the toilet paper holder and when she looked at the small shelf beside her, all she saw was a completely empty shelf—the last roll of paper she had thrown at Huangfu Jue.
She was so angry that she wanted to kill someone.
"Ah—"
Indeed, when it rains, it pours; when you're unlucky, even drinking water can get stuck in your teeth.
"Mommy, what's wrong?"
The little guy asked worriedly from outside the door.
"Nothing, I..." Gan Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing her irritable mood, "I... I'm singing, practicing my vocals."
After a few dry laughs, she struggled to her feet and hopped over to the washbasin to pull some tissue.
