"Master... Father?" Qing Jun's voice carried a hint of disbelief.
"Aunt... Aunt Mao?"
Chen Ye and Mao Qingzhu turned around simultaneously at the sound.
They saw two little girls playing like wildlings, covered in dirt as if they'd been romping in the grass all day.
Only their little faces seemed to have been purposely washed clean, bright and fresh.
Chen Ye said in a deep voice, "Where have you two been playing? Covered in dust, what kind of behavior is this? Hurry and wash up!"
As he spoke, he gently explained to the already petrified Mao Qingzhu,
"Sister Qingzhu, don't mind them. These two girls are wild by nature. I'm sorry for making you laugh."
Mao Qingzhu smiled softly, her eyes gentle: "Little girls being a bit wild is normal…"
If the two girls were all prim and proper without smiles, Mao Qingzhu would feel uneasy.
Seeing them carefree and mischievous,
she knew that Brother Ye truly doted on these children daily.
