No matter how stubborn Pei Yan was, he couldn't resist his daughter's wheedling.
Knowing Ling was anxious, he stopped teasing the little one and took her and Mei Wanying to see the pony.
The pony was pure white with a glossy coat. Ling fell in love with it at first sight.
She wanted to get on and try riding, but she didn't know how.
She could only look at Pei Yan expectantly, hugging his leg. "Daddy, teach me how to ride."
The pony chosen for Ling had a very gentle temperament, so Pei Yan didn't hesitate to lift his daughter onto its back.
Mei Wanying felt like scolding him for being so careless.
But seeing Ling's excited face, she swallowed the words of protest.
She instructed Pei Yan, "You lead the horse for Ling yourself. Don't let her fall."
The man hummed in agreement.
He wouldn't have trusted anyone else to lead the horse for Ling either. She was still too small; any unexpected incident would frighten her.
