Song Yuanhuan looked at the little guy reaching out his chubby hand to him, slightly puzzling over the situation before moving forward to hold his son in his arms. Song Chengguang, held by Song Yuanhuan, turned his gaze towards Xu Xiuxiu.
Xu Xiuxiu huffed and shot a glance at the little guy, then reproachfully glared at Song Yuanhuan before turning around and walking into her bedroom. With a bang, the bedroom door was slammed shut.
Baffled, Song Yuanhuan once again touched his nose and started asking his son about the general situation. Although he knew he wouldn't get much out of his son, it was still better than entering the room cluelessly and facing his wife's cold stare!
"Son, tell me, how did you provoke your mom this time?" Song Yuanhuan asked his son in a weary, hushed voice.
