A small, natural-wood stroller with four wheels had a thick quilt folded up in the seat. The little one was sitting inside, leaning back against it.
He must have recognized her. His little mouth babbled in his own baby language, and his tiny hands slapped on the small tray in front of him as he tried to "escape" from the stroller.
Xu Changqing burst out laughing at the sight. Without another word to her mother, she left Shen Weimin—whose hands were also full of bags—and dashed to the front of the stroller.
As for the bags in her hands, she dropped them on the floor as soon as she crouched down. "Big Sis! You have to call me Big Sis, understand? My little darlings, have you two been fighting?"
Shen Weimin cast an amused glance at the trio of siblings before looking away to answer Old Mrs. Xu. "Yes, he did. Grandfather originally planned to come with us."
