Xu Jingjing's legs turned to jelly as Chief Ma bellowed out for an explanation; she froze, giving Xu Xiuxiu a helpless, tearful look. Xu Xiuxiu glanced back at her resignedly, then turned her gaze calmly to the raging Chief Ma, gently set the obedient Song Chengguang down, and held the little one's hand as they made their way to the living room.
Earlier, if Xu Jingjing hadn't been forced to thrust the little one into her arms, Xu Xiuxiu wouldn't have planned on carrying Song Chengguang around often. Though the little guy was well-behaved, he was inevitably a bit heavy. She was in the precarious first three months of pregnancy and worried about hurting the fetus inside her. Thinking over it, Xu Xiuxiu felt it best to be cautious.
"Song Chengguang, come here; tell me, was it you who picked the flower?" Chief Ma's voice boomed like a large bell as he pointed at the flower pot on the coffee table, angrily not bothering to moderate his volume.
