After arriving upstairs, even without entering, Song Shuhang could hear Mama Song angrily scolding his father and the others.
Zhao Yaya laughed and knocked on the door.
The trendy Alice opened the door.
"You’re finally here." Alice narrowed her eyes into a smile. Afterward, she stretched her hand and quietly pointed to the living room.
At this time, in the living room.
Papa Song, Old Lu, and Lu Tianyou were sitting side by side on the sofa, shrinking like quails.
Mama Song was standing and said from her elevated position, "What do you think you’re, kids? Driving while drunk? Do you have a death wish or something?"
Blahblahblahblah… Mama Song was like a machine gun and gave no sign of stopping.
"Auntie, have some tea." Little Maisui thoughtfully gave Mama Song a cup of tea to let her moisten her throat.
This girl really liked to cause trouble.
