Lian Xinying went out holding Miaomiao today.
Because Miaomiao refused to go out.
Dad was sick lying at home, and she wanted to stay and watch over him.
"If I leave, will Dad be really sad?" Miaomiao clung to Lian Xinying's neck, looking reluctantly toward the door.
"It was your dad who wanted me to take you out to play. You're too noisy at home." After Lian Xinying said this in a disdainful tone, Miaomiao's sorrowful mood changed instantly.
"Mom, you're the noisy one!" Being lively enough to argue with Lian Xinying, it showed she was no longer sad.
"Your voice is much louder than Mom's, who are you calling noisy?" After Lian Xinying replied casually, Miaomiao pursed her little lips.
But Miaomiao didn't stay quiet, she looked at Xixi in the servant's arms and said, "Sister, Mom's holding me today! You better not cry..."
Of course, Xixi wouldn't cry.
If she wanted to cry, she would have done so earlier.
