Mai held his younger brother in one hand and appeared in front of him holding a change of clothes in the other.

"I think of you when you were young." Lan Ze looked up and saw that Wheat had grown tall and dazzling. Like his mother, his whole body was shrouded in an indescribable light. The little Lan Shu wrapped in a bath towel in front of him looked like the four of those years ago.

The eldest son blends into one.

Lan Ze hugged Lan Shu carefully across the towel and started crying.

Wheat squatted down and waited for him for a long time, and couldn't help but remind him:

"Dad, my brother hasn't taken a bath yet. Go make some ginger soup."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Xiaomai pulled his arm off. He hugged him again.

"If you don't want to let him go, take him to take a bath." Xiaomai got angry.

"Oh. Okay." Lan Ze's head became clearer. He stood up, lifted up Lan Shu, grabbed the clothes in Xiaomai's hand, and walked to the bathroom.

Halfway through, he remembered and turned around to remind: "Put two jade butterflies in the ginger tea."

Lan Shu will be particularly quiet now.
Chapter completed!