"Mom, I'm sorry, I wet the bed," Xiao Bao said, hanging his head in guilt.
How did he wet the bed?
He's so big now, how could he still wet the bed?
Xiao Mao doesn't wet the bed anymore.
"Xiaoxiao, find some clothes for Xiao Bao to change into, I'll change the sheets, but this quilt is soaked and will need to air out for a few days," Educated Youth Yun said.
Air out the quilt?
So tonight they will all have to squeeze into one bed again.
"Let it air out!" What else could Yun Xiaoxiao say?
You can't just beat Xiao Bao for wetting the bed, can you?
Wetting the bed isn't Xiao Bao's fault.
Seeing his wife take her brother to change clothes, Zhao Tianlei's lips curled into a smile.
He was indeed very smart.
As for framing Xiao Bao,
Just buy Xiao Bao some meat to eat and it will be fine.
Xiao Bao had no idea from beginning to end that his dad had framed him; he actually hadn't wet the bed.
His dad just wanted to continue sharing one blanket with the whole family.