Lower your head and beg for mercy (1)

Xia ruofei was a little worried. After all, Tang Haoran was only seven years old and had grown up in a rich family. There were always people taking care of him. It would be terrible if he did not know how to use the bathroom equipment and got scalded by hot water.

So he quickly ran upstairs. Tang Yitian and Jennifer, who were both concerned about their son, were not much slower than Xia ruofei. The three of them ran into Xia ruofei's room one after another.

Standing at the door of the bathroom, Xia ruofei's slightly nervous expression disappeared in an instant. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

At this time, Tang Yitian and Jennifer had already trotted to the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, Tang Haoran was holding a shower head. His face was blank and embarrassed because the shower head had been separated from the metal hose. From the condition of the fracture, it should have been forcibly torn off.

"Haoran, what's wrong?" Tang Yitian asked subconsciously.