Zhiyun couldn't call him over, and Chenchen didn't pester her either.
Most of the time, her proposals to go swimming are met with rejection.
So the little guy knows that his mom doesn't like to swim.
Besides, the image of Zhiyun as someone frequently ill and weak has deeply embedded itself in his heart, so he is naturally more forgiving towards her than towards his dad.
Thus, if Zhiyun doesn't accompany him in playing, he can play by himself, but if Zhou Liao doesn't play with him, he'll throw a temper tantrum.
"Grandma, go swim with me."
After calling for his mom, he didn't leave out his grandma; Chenchen turned around to extend the invitation to Luo Qiuyue.
"Grandma is also tired, sleepy."
Luo Qiuyue covered her mouth, yawning a big yawn, looking genuinely exhausted.
She didn't like swimming either.
"Be good, go with your dad, have fun."
"Let's go."
Zhou Liao filled the thermos with boiled water, picked up the bag, and waved Chenchen over.
Pitter-patter—