However, on just the first night of Tang Maolin and his family's arrival, she immediately knew what it felt like to live in such a bustling, large household.
In the heat of summer, everyone had to bathe before they could settle down for the night, and the yard was noisy until the end of the Hai hour. The bathhouse door was opened and closed several times, squeaking and creaking, and for some reason, a large puddle of water was spilled by the door. It was all fun and games until someone accidentally stepped in it and slipped. The chatter and sound of moving trunks and chests never ceased.
Since she had become pregnant, Hua Xiaomai had always tried to sleep early at night, and she was already in bed. She had just started to feel drowsy, resting on Meng someone's arm, when she suddenly heard a loud shout from old Mrs. Meng's side—it was Tang Dongyan.
"Ah! There are mosquitoes in the room, they're biting me to death!"
