Earlier, Song Weiyi's entire focus was on Xiaoling.
But at this moment, when the remote control in Pei Dabao's hand fell to the ground, Song Weiyi suddenly realized that something was wrong.
"The plane… flew up there…" Pei Dabao gritted his teeth tightly. Although he tried his best to remain calm, the expression on his face betrayed his fear.
After all, he was just a child, not someone who had experienced such things before.
Song Weiyi slowly raised her head, and her gaze finally landed on the airplane wreckage on the stairs.
Xiaoling rolled down from there, while the model airplane belonging to her eldest son had turned into fragments over there...
"Dabao, was it your airplane that flew up the stairs… and scared Uncle's wife?" Song Weiyi suppressed her shock and asked softly.
Pei Dabao immediately burst into tears, "Mom, I didn't do it on purpose."
With his direct admission, Song Weiyi felt chills all over her body.
