The group walked down the street, drawing curious glances from passersby. But they didn't care. What did it matter if people looked? It wasn't like they were losing anything. They walked for a while before finally reaching the compound. By then, it was already dark, and Zhuang Zhixi had returned from Lan Sihai's place.
He had corralled the kids inside and even cooked dinner. If he hadn't, his mother would've been furious when she got back. As a son, he knew this well. He had made some flatbread and stir-fried a vegetable dish.
Just as he finished, he heard the commotion outside and hurried out. "You're back?"
His tone carried a hint of resentment. After all, they had left him behind, not only that but also made him babysit. That was just too much. Zhuang Zhixi said, "You guys are something else, leaving your own kids behind like that."
Zhou Qun and Jiang Lu quickly wheeled away their stroller, laughing awkwardly as they made their escape.
