The little tiger cub held out a chubby little finger, pointed at the sky, and then pointed at her own face.
"Face, face."
Qiao Yi looked utterly bewildered, unable to understand what the little one was trying to say.
"Grandfather, none of us can understand what An'an is trying to say. Only Mo Yan can."
Yun Qiong, who was eating enthusiastically, looked up at the mention of the name. "I almost forgot. There's another cub named Mo Yan, right? Bring him along too."
"Xixi wants us to bring Mo Yan?"
Yun Qiong picked up his bowl and started eating again, mumbling indistinctly, "I think so. She told me when I was leaving."
Qiao Yi didn't know Qiao Xixi's intentions, but since she had said so, there had to be a reason. He immediately sent someone to bring Mo Yan over.
Seeing that Qiao Yi hadn't understood her, An'an wriggled off his lap in a huff. She stomped back to the table, grabbed the rest of the meat in her bowl, and stuffed it into her mouth.
