Shen Pingping took a sip from the teacup in front of her and noticed that the few people who had been happily chatting with Shen Meng just a moment ago were now silent. Even Shen Meng herself had bowed her head, and Pingping lowered her eyes and pursed her lips.
"I'm going to sit with Mom, it stinks here."
"What?"
Lu Mingkai saw that his father seemed not to understand and shouted directly.
"Dad, it stinks here, the baby's nose is itchy, I want to sit with Mom."
"Okay."
This exchange between father and son made the several well-educated individuals seated at the table look very displeased. They had all made an effort to dress up for this military comrades gathering, especially Shen Pingping, who had applied a lot of scented powder.
Who would have expected that they would be called stinky by a little brat? How could anyone accept that?
