After drying her hair, Jiang Tingxu looked at the bed and saw the little guy throwing away the pillow that his dad used to sleep with.
After throwing it away, he happily put down his small pillow.
Pfft~
Seeing this scene, Jiang Tingxu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Her son's actions made Jiang Tingxu feel a bit better about the room.
"Ningning, why did you throw away the pillow?"
The little person pouted and puffed his cheeks like a little bun:
"Because Ningning's pillow has to be placed here."
As for the rest, it was best to throw it away.
If he were a little bigger, he would understand one word:
Eyesore!
Jiang Tingxu naturally knew what her son meant, but this kind of behaviour should not be encouraged.
"Ningning's pillow can be placed here, but the rest can't be casually thrown on the floor. Pick it up and put it on the sofa over there, okay?"
The little guy hesitated for a moment and nodded:
