The little girl said, twirling her skirt in a circle.
Little Bo: Really didn't want to speak at all.
"What's wrong? Do you think it's not pretty? Isn't this your favorite style? So what style do you like? Just tell me, and I'll change it by tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow's Monday..." Little Bo couldn't help but say.
Xia Xiao Li just smiled sweetly, looking at Bo Jinyu and Ye Anran: "Auntie, if I disturb you every day, would you not welcome me?"
The little girl's eyes were bright, and although she was asking, there was a sense of understanding respect.
Ye Anran thought, if she said "welcome," it might hurt her son's little feelings, right?
Then, she heard her own voice say: "Of course not, why would it? You're so adorable, Auntie welcomes you to visit every day."
Little Bo beside her looked at his mom with a gloomy resentment: Feeling like he's not her biological son?
"Auntie is so nice! It's settled then!" the little girl replied happily.
