Holding the child, Han Duo didn't dare to look at what the person inside was doing. She hurriedly placed the child on the bed and prepared to leave.
"Come back!"
"Huh?"
"What if she wets the bed?"
Han Duo: "..."
Wet the bed?
Ranran is already seven, turning eight in a couple of months. How could she possibly wet the bed?
Han Duo quickly returned, "She won't. She's a big girl now. She won't wet the bed anymore."
A big girl now?
The man sitting at the computer glanced at the daughter on the bed. "So does that mean we don't need to worry about her?"
Han Duo was puzzled again, "What do you mean, don't worry about her?"
"You said she's a big girl, so does that mean we don't have to check on her while she sleeps? I sleep, she sleeps."
"How's that possible? You have to cover her with a blanket. Sleeping with the air conditioning on—what if she gets cold without a blanket?" Han Duo felt a bit annoyed hearing his irresponsible words.
