"Haha..."
Cheng Ling and Jian Xi burst out laughing. Jian Xi is such a troublemaker, leading her own son into trouble!
Little Pumpkin blinked blankly. Seeing them laugh, he followed suit, totally oblivious to the impending danger.
Suddenly, he was lifted off the ground. Little Pumpkin had been picked up by Nan Mufeng: "Son, who did you say is a turtle?"
"Daddy!" Little Pumpkin twirled skillfully in mid-air, hugging Nan Mufeng's neck, "I'm the little turtle, Daddy is the big turtle."
"Hahaha!"
Cheng Ling and Jian Xi laughed until their stomachs hurt, sitting on the grass clutching their bellies, unable to stop laughing.
"Honey, your son said it, it has nothing to do with me!"
Nan Mufeng was caught off guard by Jian Xi, feeling quite helpless. Unwilling to scold his wife or hit his son, he had no choice but to be the big turtle.
"Daddy, what are Mommy and Godmother laughing about?" Little Pumpkin asked curiously.
