Before their nap, Kang Li sat in the children's room, her gaze tender, a faint smile on her lips, as she asked Xiao Ming Rui and the twins.
Hearing her, the twins looked simultaneously toward their brother Ming Rui.
It was their brother who had told them not to tell their mother, saying she was already taking too much care of them, and they shouldn't bother her with such trifle matters.
Xiao Ming Rui did not look at his younger siblings; he hung his head, lips tightly pressed, showing no intention of speaking.
"Is it that you don't want to say, or you don't want to trouble mom?"
When Kang Li said this, especially the latter half, the twins' eyes lit up. Seeing this, a warmth stirred in Kang Li's heart, and she softly said, "Mom knows you don't want to trouble her, but if you don't speak up, mom will be very worried, won't eat well, won't sleep well, and could easily get sick."
The twins, anxious, looked again towards their brother Ming Rui.