Song Yinyin took her son to the backstage bathroom, found it was already full, and took him to the second floor.
Who knew the second floor was also full.
"Mommy, my tummy hurts, I can't wait any longer."
"Hold on, mommy will take you to the third floor to check."
Song Yinyin held her son's chubby little hand and went to the third-floor bathroom.
Fortunately, the third-floor bathroom was just renovated and not crowded, so she let Song Dabai use it by himself.
After waiting for two minutes, seeing that Song Dabai hadn't come out, she called, "Dabai, are you done yet?"
"Not yet..."
Song Dabai responded, awkwardly pushed open the cubicle door, and poked his little head out.
He tightly gripped his pants' waistband, blushing, and said a bit embarrassedly, "Mommy, I need to poop, I didn't bring paper."
Song Yinyin was speechless for a moment, quickly asked, "Then why did you come out? Just call me."
"I was embarrassed."
Song Yinyin: "..."
