Yan Ye hugged his daughter and sat down on the sofa.
"Why are you crying? Is it because mommy went upstairs and didn't take you with her?" Yan Ye could roughly guess.
Miaomiao pouted, took a few quick breaths, and said in a crisp, hoarse voice: "Mommy won't let me play... mommy is a meanie..."
"Oh, you're saying those shiny little beads weren't given to you to play with, right? That's because you can't play with them. If you do, your little hands might bleed, and it'll hurt a lot." Yan Ye tried to scare his daughter.
After taking things upstairs, Lian Xinying hurried back down.
Because she heard her daughter's crying.
Once she got down, she heard Yan Ye say the word 'little hands' and felt completely disillusioned.
Is this the same formidable and awe-inspiring Yan Ye she knew?
Yan Ye's scare had taken Miaomiao's mind off wanting the things mommy put in the box.
She didn't even think about asking mommy for them when she saw her.
