"Turns out some people were just stunned!" Li Mumu crossed her arms immediately, teasingly staring at Bei Mo, whose face had turned a mix of red and black.
Ha ha, I wonder what it feels like to be slapped in the face by your own mom?
"No way!" Bei Mo managed to force out these words after a long while, and then, probably out of shame and anger, turned around and stormed off.
"Still won't admit it, huh, pfft!" Li Mumu made a face at his back.
Ping Guoguo, sipping tea, said, "Don't mind that brat, come on, Mumu, have some tea with me."
"Mm-hmm."
Li Mumu walked over.
The herbal tea was originally specially prepared by the music teacher for her, very soothing for the throat.
After finishing the tea and dinner, Li Mumu continued practicing her singing in the garden until late at night before returning to her room to sleep.
From behind the carved column, Bei Mo stood there secretly, his eyes focused intently on the little girl.
