"Wake up now!"
As Nanzhi hurried Shen Wenchen to get up, she also changed Little Zhiyu's pants.
Luckily, she had brought two extra pairs of trousers for Zhiyu, otherwise, he would have to spend the whole day in soaked clothes.
Seeing Nanzhi's back, Shen Wenchen scratched his head. As he raised his hand to get up, he felt a dampness on his palm.
Looking down, he noticed a dark "map" imprinted on the thick quilt.
Turning his gaze to his son, wearing only a shirt over his backside, Shen Wenchen let out a chuckle.
"What's so funny? Hurry up and get dressed, then tidy up the bedding." After dressing Zhiyu, Nanzhi glanced back at the laughing Shen Wenchen and gave him a disapproving look.
"Alright, alright. I just didn't expect that Zhiyu, almost four, would still wet the bed."
With a warm smile on his face, Shen Wenchen got dressed and, obligingly, began to tidy up the bed.