An Ziqi left decisively, going straight upstairs to return to her room.
Xiao Moli sighed and resignedly moved toward the stairs.
Originally playing alone on the side, Xiao Qian'ai saw Xiao Moli struggling to move upstairs and tilted her little head, thinking for a moment.
She ran up with a pitter-patter, stretched out her two little hands to hug Xiao Moli's leg, and shouted, "Ouch, ouch," helping him move up the stairs.
After moving the left leg, she ran over to move the right leg.
Nuoyan watched from the living room, almost laughing to death.
So, when An Ziqi came out of the room looking for Xiao Qian'ai, she saw the little one holding onto Xiao Moli's leg like pulling a radish up the stairs.
With great interest, she stood at the top of the stairs, arms folded, watching for a while.
After several minutes, the father and daughter had only moved up two steps, still lingering in the middle of the stairs.
At this rate, it would take about an hour to get upstairs.
