Pei Yang's face was a canvas of displeasure, "Wear the watch I gave you."
Although Shen Mingzhu found the men's competition for favor both speechless and amusing, she still coaxed instinctively, "I'll wear yours tomorrow."
"Every day?"
Shen Mingzhu thought for a moment, "Tomorrow's Thursday, so I'll wear yours every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday."
"And Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday?"
Shen Mingzhu glanced at him without speaking, her expression clearly asking why he was fussing over details.
Pei Yang felt aggrieved, "Why does that little rascal get one more day than me? I don't accept this."
The two of them together acted no older than ten.
"So, you take the even days, and the son takes the odd ones, happy now?"
"I want the odd numbers."
Pei Yang was mentally doing the math; after all, the longer months had 31 days, and odd days outnumbered even ones by quite a few.
Shen Mingzhu reminded him, "Tomorrow's the 18th."