"Forget it, think whatever you want."
Kang Li was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with Zhou Weimin. She said to Luo Yanqing, "Let's go back, I'm tired." Then she called on the kids to leave.
"I'll carry you."
Luo Yanqing said, squatting down in front of Kang Li.
"Are you really planning to carry me back?"
Kang Li asked with a laugh.
Luo Yanqing: "Truer than pearls."
Kang Li chuckled: "You're even picking up my way of talking." She lay on the man's back and said, "Seeing how earnest you are about wanting to carry me, I guess I'll indulge you."
"It's my honor."
Luo Yanqing's crisp yet gentle magnetic voice clearly carried a smile.
"Uncle, my mom really likes my dad, loves my dad a lot! My dad also really likes my mom, loves my mom a lot!" Milk Bun Ming Han looked up at Zhou Weimin and said in his childish voice.