Competing in Acting in Front of Zhouzhou?

A sweet, childish voice stood out amidst the crowd of onlookers. The neighbor next door also heard it, leaned out, and glanced down.

The clamor paused for a few seconds, and then someone said, "The woman has no job, but the man does. He's so busy with work; shouldn't he rest when he gets home?"

Hearing this, Zhouzhou frowned and turned to the speaker, "Is pushing a wheelchair so exhausting?"

The woman looked weary, while the man merely stood by and commented. Who said doing housework wasn't tiring? If it weren't, why wouldn't men clean even a little during their days off?

The speaker, embarrassed by the little girl's words, mumbled, "I was just saying," and slammed the window shut. The crowd dispersed, as the family arguing every few days was no rare sight.

Zhouzhou and Huo Ji'an were carried downstairs by Yu Ze, one in each hand. "Be careful," he said. There were no burglar bars here, what if they accidentally fell down?