"Dabao, Erbao, stop right there!"
Every day was a battle of wits and courage with her sons. Song Weiyi's running skills had improved significantly.
Pei Jinyan was gleefully running with a box of chocolates, accidentally bumping into a passerby... With a thud, he bounced back and landed on his rear.
The little guy looked up, dazed, at the person in front of him.
Holding Erbao's hand, Song Weiyi walked over to pick up her son. "I told you not to run, didn't I? Where does it hurt?"
Seeing him holding a tub of chocolates bigger than himself, Song Weiyi got a headache again.
Her eldest son really loved sweets too much.
"It doesn't hurt." Pei Dabao shook his head, his small hands wrapped around Song Weiyi's neck.
"No running next time." Seeing he was okay, Song Weiyi warned.
She then looked apologetically at the woman in the black headscarf in front of her, saying, "I'm sorry, my child is too mischievous. Are you alright?"
