Chapter 157: My Take on Experience

"Yay!" Xi Xi happily clapped hands with Yao Yao, the joyful demeanor forming a stark contrast to the two adults' miserable, unbearable expressions.

"Mommy, did you hear that?" Xi Xi even asked specially.

"Can you really say those words?" Lu Xiwán couldn't even bring herself to say it outright.

"It was prepared by those two."

Fu Sijue didn't hesitate to reveal the mastermind behind the scenes.

Connecting the earlier reactions, Lu Xiwán instantly understood.

Two heads are better than one.

"Xi Xi! I told you last time that you're not allowed to watch TV!"

Lu Xiwán was curious about where Xi Xi had learned all this.

She could always give them some special surprise.

Poor Xi Xi suddenly clung to Fu Sijue's thigh and began wailing.

In fact, there were no tears at all; Xi Xi just let out a few dry cries.

"Uncle Fu, do you remember what Brother Yao Yao just told you? This is a little secret among the three of us! If you spill it, we'll never be able to do this again!"

Before Fu Sijue could speak truthfully, Xi Xi successfully shut his mouth.

Lu Xiwán's gaze swept back and forth over the three of them.

In the end, it landed on the most mischievous Xi Xi.

"Xi Xi, you'd better tell the truth!"

Xi Xi, with a heroic, tragic resolve, closed eyes, turned head, and clutched Fu Sijue's small hand ever tighter.

"Even if you kill me today, I still won't say it; Mommy, just give up that hope!"

If she applied that perseverance to studying, she wouldn't still be writing with pinyin now, Lu Xiwán suddenly thought.

"No one eats dinner tonight!" Lu Xiwán said irritably and went upstairs.

Fu Sijue, unjustly taken out on, lowered his head and looked at the two little Milk Group members.

"Uncle Fu, I'm doing this to help you."

Xi Xi blinked big eyes, the chubby little face wearing a pitiful expression; the cuteness made it hard to scold.

So Fu Sijue softened his heart easily.

His gaze fell on his own stinky brat.

Yao Yao, calm as if nothing mattered, said, "It was little sister Xi Xi's idea, and we're all doing it for your good."

Just those two "for your good" sentences left Fu Sijue speechless.

He waved his hand and let the two little milk dumplings go upstairs.

Sitting alone downstairs, thinking carefully about Lu Xiwán's angry demeanor earlier, Fu Sijue inexplicably found it somewhat cute.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and Fu Sijue cheerfully went upstairs to rest.

As soon as she reached the studio, Lu Xiwán sensed an unusual aura.

The office was so quiet that even a dropped needle could be heard, and the usual cheerful atmosphere was gone.

Lu Xiwán, just as she stepped outside the Luozhou office, heard a heavy object thud inside, followed by the secretary rushing out.

Lu Xiwán noticed her eyes were red, looking as if she were about to cry.

She gave Lu Xiwán a deep glance, said nothing, and hurried away.

Only then did Lu Xiwán slowly push the door open and go in.