Hereditary

"I follow you to the washroom because you are clumsy and there is a very high chance of you slipping and breaking your bones," Singtan defended his shameless actions.

Raising her brows at him, Ming snapped, "Oh shut it, you have that bathroom PVC mat installed in the entire bathroom floor, even an one year old wouldn't manage to slip there no matter how much he wanted to." 

"How can you blindly trust those things? Babe, you know I have trust issues with non-living things and a few living creatures as well," he frowned.

Poking his chest with her finger, she gritted her teeth. "My son has inherited all your shameless and weird habits but I am so glad that my two daughters and my other son are far away from all of this." Without waiting for his reply, she started walking towards her room.

"Honey, wait–" Singtan shouted before rushing after her.