"Wah wah." Suddenly came the sound of a child crying, and Zhao Xuran quickened his pace to rush home.
Gong Ruini lifted the basket behind her, slightly increasing her speed. There was no other way; after breakfast, she went to the mountain to pick herbs and had been doing so until now, with her strength entirely spent.
Being able to persist until now was already quite an achievement for Gong Ruini.
Zhao Guangran pouted, "It's Little Two crying again. Why is this kid so fond of crying? He's such a crybaby."
What Zhao Guangran didn't understand was why his big brother insisted Little Two resembled him. Seriously, was he a crybaby?
Zhao Guangran claimed he was a stand-up guy, who cried only rarely, "You see, Little Two cries when he's hungry, cries when there's no one looking after him when he wakes up."
"Cries when he pees his pants."
"Cries when he poops."
"Cries again if no one helps him out."
"And cries even more if no one plays with him."
