"Hmm!" The little sister nodded obediently, being carried out the door by Xu Qigang, and then the door closed from inside.
In the corridor were Shen Luhua and Zhao Lanzi, two middle-aged women with sly smiles, exchanging a knowing look.
*****
Early in the morning, Chen Yingjie rushed to the villa and saw Meng Ping, dressed particularly flashy, squatting on the ground. As he got closer, he realized it was actually a little boy dressed awkwardly. He rubbed his eyes instinctively, almost thinking he was seeing things.
Where did that porcelain doll of a little prince from country M go, and where did this brat come from? Holding a stick in his hand, with mud on the stick.
In a well-landscaped villa area, he was still able to find mud; that's quite a skill.
At this moment, the little brother was poking the ground with the stick, complaining to Meng Ping.
"Uncle Meng, am I a foundling?"
"Uncle Meng, can you make my dad and mom divorce?"
