Leng Youchen quickly got up and went downstairs. After searching around upstairs, he finally found Wei Chenchen in the kitchen. The little guy was standing dazedly on a stool with his sleeves rolled up high, surrounded by broken porcelain pieces.
He rubbed his forehead and said with a stern face, "What's going on here?"
"I wanted to help you with the housework." The little one's foam-covered hands were tightly twisted together, looking guilty as if he had done something wrong.
Leng Youchen felt like his head was about to explode, thinking how could that woman feel at ease leaving this child at home alone? Wouldn't he tear the roof off without supervision? So careless!
He stepped around the porcelain shards, walked over, turned on the tap, washed the little guy's hands clean under the faucet, then carried him out of the kitchen and put him on the sofa. He said sternly, "Chenchen, Uncle doesn't need you to do housework. Just stay put quietly and don't cause any trouble for me."
