"Aiyoh, slower!" Fu Mingming's mother was carrying a platter of snacks. Suddenly having her son charge at her and grab hold of her leg, she nearly lost her balance and dropped the snacks on the tray all over the ground.
Fu Mingming rubbed his face in his mother's embrace, a little frightened. He felt especially uneasy because of the gaze that Lin Nuan had shot at him!
Although Fu Mingming was little, he had learned to observe others' emotions through their expressions.
"What's the matter?" Fu Mingming's mother lowered her head and stroked Fu Mingming's head. "Why are you so clumsy? Did your sister bully you?"
Fu Mingming said nothing. He looked in Lin Nuan's direction, then timidly buried his head in his mother's arms.
