Liu Zhi rolled her eyes at him without any hesitation.
What's so interesting about watching someone do laundry?
Liu Mianmian knew he was unruly, slipping into her room in the middle of the night; what's so surprising about peeking at Miss doing laundry?
She shook her head helplessly: "Stop with the nonsense, Ahu, hurry up and go!"
Ahu nodded, holding back laughter as he strode off.
Yet Mingming, ignorant of the situation, clung to Liu Xinghe's leg, shaking it: "Uncle, why do you want to peek at Miss doing laundry?"
"We can openly watch Miss doing laundry!"
"Next time, if you want to watch, ask me to take you. I know where Misses and Ladies do their laundry!"
Liu Xinghe's face fell, a black line across his forehead: "Are you full? Isn't it time for bed?"
"It's still early!"
"I say it's bedtime. Hurry up and go to bed! Otherwise, I'll confiscate your purse!"
