"Alright, alright, let's go change clothes then," Xingwan trailed behind the little guy. When Little Mobao walked into the bedroom and the production team wanted to follow, she "slammed" the door shut.
The production crew: "???"
"Hahaha, dying of laughter," a burst of laughter exploded in the live broadcast room.
"Xingwan, want to see my son change clothes? No way."
"Xingwan, if you want to see my son change clothes, you'll have to get past me first!"
"Mommy, are you outside the door?" Little Mobao's voice came from inside. He hadn't expected the door to suddenly close. And he thought that those cameras from the production team would follow him in.
He was still thinking about how to avoid those cameras while changing clothes.
"I'm here, baby," Xingwan leaned against the door, arms crossed, and glanced at the production crew. "You just change peacefully inside. Mommy is watching out here."
