Mommy
Mark looked at his little brother, completely speechless.
It was broad daylight—how could he still be this dazed? This little guy looked so silly.
“Little Bun, how did you fall asleep in the wardrobe?” He looked so soft and round, the nickname Little Bun just slipped out naturally.
Only then did Terry realize where he was. He pouted and muttered grumpily, “It’s all April Mommy’s fault. She’s been dragging me around these past few days—this baby is exhausted!”
Stretching slowly, he yawned widely. But halfway through, he suddenly froze as an important thought hit him. He looked at his big brother and asked anxiously,
“Brother, how do I get back?”
Mark chuckled as he looked at him. “You got in by yourself, right? Then just go out the same way.”
“Ah…” Terry looked at his uncooper
