"Wei Lin, are you okay?" Zhao Ting mumbled gazing at him curiously while Shen Wei glared at him.
"Nothing... Just too thirsty... Cough cough cough.." he lightly coughed masking his laughter. He just felt his Mistress was really funny, the kids were already dealing with firearms while she was here dreaming of them being nurses and surgeons.
"Ting Ting, how about you go to rest.." She was distracting them, not only was she talkative but also restless and she couldn't keep still in one place.
"I'm not tired, I want to write and act my own script.." she muttered fiddling with her fingernails.
"No money.." he retorted back.
"But the kids' birthday is coming up soon in a few days... So where would we find the money? I want to buy them some water guns I saw in a kid's channel.. " she frowned lightly thinking of the herbs in the backyard.