Luo Ye's bedroom.
Jingjing stared at Song Qiu with envy for a long time, hugging Dou Dou and snuggling up to Luo Ye: "Sister Ye'er, do you want to know why little uncle and little aunt are fighting?"
Luo Ye rolled her eyes: "If you want to say it, say it. If not, forget it. I hate kids who try to act like adults and tease others with secrets."
"Ye... Sister Ye'er..." The little boy reached out, trying to touch Song Qiu sneakily, but the little creature took his chubby hand into its mouth, scaring the boy until his face changed color.
"Good Song Qiu..." Luo Ye patted Song Qiu's fluffy fat head. Song Qiu grunted and let go. Jingjing looked at his hand covered in drool, complaining with a pained expression: "That's so unhygienic!"
