Yin Hehe came back upstairs with the empty basket.
But she saw the little ones, who had clearly been so sick last night that they were collapsing all over the place, now both looking very anxious.
They were making a fuss about going down to play.
"It's so cold outside, where would you play? Cen Bao, be good and stay at home with your sister."
She could only muster her energy to soothe the two children again.
But to her surprise, the little ones, usually so well-behaved and sensible, just wouldn't listen to her this time.
"No way, Mommy. I haven't been out to get some fresh air in so long, I'm going to suffocate."
"Yeah, Mommy, Youyou feels the same. If we don't go out and play, your little treasures are going to get moldy."
Little Bun also ran over.
She clung to Mommy's legs, relentlessly grinding away on the floor.
Yin Hehe saw this and suddenly, despite her usual patience with her children, a surge of anger flared up within her.
