The little guy nodded, then said, "Not going to wash anymore, it's done, I'll wash tomorrow." As he spoke, he was about to stand up from the bathtub.
Qing Yi quickly pressed him down, "It's not done yet, wash a bit more, it'll be done soon, good boy, don't be in a hurry."
The little guy said, "I'm in a hurry!"
Hearing the little guy's pronunciation, not quite clear, in a childlike voice yet serious, Qing Yi laughed uncontrollably, "Alright, alright, it'll be done soon, it'll be done soon."
The little guy urged him, "Uncle Qing Yi, hurry up."
Qing Yi, "Alright, alright, hurry up, hurry up."
Qing Yi dried the little guy, wrapped him in a towel, and carried him out of the bathroom to the room to get dressed.
In the hallway, the little guy walked close to the railing, peering through the gaps to sneak a look at Wen Xiao'ai below.
"Mom is still there." The little guy told Qing Yi.
"Of course, she is still there, mom's home, she won't run away."
