Cheng Guang's little body toppled into the laundry basin, and Xu Xiuxiu immediately became somewhat restless. She stood up swiftly, despite her injured foot, and rushed to the laundry basin. Song Chengguang, who struggled briefly after falling in, didn't cry out. His little face was entirely buried in the frothy water, and he swallowed several gulps of dirty water. Finally, his entire face was covered in white foam, stinging so much that he couldn't open his eyes. Instinctively, he kicked his little legs, attempting to stand up on his own, but to no avail. After a while, realizing that no one was coming to lend a helping hand, Song Chengguang finally couldn't hold back and let out a pitiful cry.
"Mama!" The call wasn't even pronounced correctly.
"Brother." Zhao Nan watched Song Chengguang helplessly, then hesitantly turned his pleading gaze toward Xu Xiuxiu, his eyes slowly welling up with tears.
