Shu Qianqian edged a little closer, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. Her palms felt sweaty when she overheard Li Meirong's exact words.
'Can this baby read my mind?!' She panicked at the thought.
Shu Qianqian held her breath, dreading the child's response.
The little toddler looked exceedingly crestfallen. He jutted his lower lip, pouting. "Master, Chou isn't a mind reader."
"Oh… Then what do you suggest I should do?" Li Meirong's shoulders slumped. She sounded disappointed and unsure of herself.
Shu Qianqian took notice of every little exchange between the pair and sighed in relief, darting a sly, sideways glance at the toddler.
