A voice from the doorway said, "Mom, can't you see he wants to whisper secrets to Zhuzhu."
Ming Mei...
She looked up to see her eldest son returning in a white shirt, his adolescent body still slender, but he had grown considerably taller over the past two years. He placed his backpack down and handed it to the maid, walking over slowly.
Ming Mei looked down at her younger son who was fiddling with his fingers and was surprised, "So young and already has such thoughts...?"
Xizeer: "Hasn't he always been full of thoughts?"
Ming Mei held her forehead, alright then.
Amused and exasperated, Ming Mei handed the phone to Yousheng, "Go ahead, go ahead..."
Ou Yinghan also found it amusing over the phone, "Yousheng, is your godmother still there?"
Yousheng bit his finger and said, "Godmother, I miss you too..."
"But, I haven't seen Zhuzhu in ages."
Anyway, he meant he wanted to speak with his Zhuzhu sister alone now.
