On the cozy little living room sofa, a lazy woman was sitting with two little ones.
Qiao Xi leaned against the sofa back, her feet casually crossed and resting on the chaise longue of the sofa. It looked like her eyes were fixed on the TV, but in fact, she was secretly observing the two little ones beside her, and her ears were automatically blocking out the noise from the TV, listening to the two kids chat.
Keke is quite a sensible child.
At least she didn't stay too long alone in the room with Qiao Yu; she even knew to pull him to the living room.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to see or hear how two fifteen-year-olds were playing house.
The only thing she's not too satisfied with is that rascal Qiao Yu.
Every time at moments like this, he just sits there woodenly, without any liveliness. Where has his usual cleverness gone?
