Huanhuan's little grown-up act is somewhat similar to her aunt, carefree and pretending to be melancholy.
"Mu Chenghuan, about the incident of fighting with your brother over toys yesterday, do you have something to say to me?"
It would be best if the mother and daughter reconciled outside to avoid any communication issues when they return home.
The car stopped under an old tree by the road, and Qin Mu turned to look at the girl in the back.
Huanhuan also looked at her with big eyes, then helplessly sighed and lowered her head to look at her fingers.
Qin Mu didn't rush her, just quietly waited.
"I will let my brother have his way in the future! But mom, shouldn't boys also let girls have their way?"
"But your brother is not even one year old, are you expecting him to let you have your way?"
Huanhuan sighed again, as if she was resigned.
"Anyway, try not to be the family tyrant anymore, okay?"
Huanhuan nodded, though still a little unwilling.
