"You have no conscience." Miao Jing pretended to be hurt by her grandson, but she was still smiling. "Alright, alright. I'll return you to your mom. If you pee or poo in the future, I won't change your diapers anymore. Did you forget who fed you your milk, changed your diaper, and washed your buttock when you cried just now?"
The triplets expressed that they were still young and completely didn't understand what their grandma was talking about.
"Mom, carry them a while more. It's pretty cold outside and the wind has been blowing for a while. I don't think my clothes are clean. I'll carry them again after I change my clothes and wash my hands." When Qiao Nan was wiping her hands, she always felt that the back of her hands was a little sandy. The books were clean, so it meant that the wind wasn't.
