"My God, my Xiaolan!" An Lin exclaimed.
"What is it?" Little Xiaolan rubbed her bleary eyes.
She then seemed to have realized something as well, and her eyes widened as she let loose a cry of surprise, "My God, I can speak so fluently now!"
Little Xiaolan wept from joy.
"This is great! I thought I would be stuttering and blubbering for the rest of my life." The little girl wiped away her tears with an elated expression on her face.
"I was really worried about that as well." An Lin heaved a sigh of relief before pinching Little Xiaolan's delicate cheek. "You're even more adorable now."
Little Xiaolan blushed as she glared at An Lin with her large, bright eyes. "Don't you feel guilty when you play with little girls like this?"
"It doesn't matter as long as you're Xiaolan." An Lin patted her head and planted a kiss on her flawless, angelic cheek. "Three-year-old Xiaolan is also super adorable!"
