Even though her aunt was getting older and rarely went out, her two children still played well with her and didn't feel bored at all.
"Aunt's formidable. Pengpeng and Xinxin like her," Jiajia said.
Chen Feng, who was driving, said, "You don't like her?"
Without thinking, Jiajia replied, "You don't like her?"
In the end, the couple laughed. They were family and had the same temper. They also liked the same people. No one could laugh at one another.
They were happy, but Zhai Sheng wasn't. "Nan Nan, let's go out tomorrow." So that Jiajia and Chen Feng wouldn't send their children to our home. How noisy.
Leaning in Zhai Sheng's arms, Qiao Nan, who was watching the evening news together with him, smiled. "Don't worry. It's Monday tomorrow. Xinxin and Pengpeng have to go to school. At least for the next five days, no one would disturb us."
Qiao Nan was already used to her husband being someone full of jealousy.