"Ahem.." Lin Lihua coughed and looked at Wan Jia who was blushing with embarassment. "That, you can ask your father."
The little girl nodded as Wan Jia glared at Lin Lihua. What kind of topic was that?
...
That night, when Lu Aotian arrived home, it was quite a surprise that Little Jia did not run to him as always. This time, it was Wan Jia who had a white rose in her hands.
Lu Aotian frowned. Since when did Wan Jia start giving flowers? Carrying her off in his usual style, he asked, "Little Jia is asleep?"
"No. She's playing with Brownie."
"Brownie?"
"Oh, it's her new kitten. Sis Lihua gave it to her."
In her room, Little Jia was comically forcing the little kitten to eat more catfood. She was holding its head and shoving it into its new bowl. When it refused to eat even after being forced, she pulled its fur furiously. The poor kitten could only pitifully make muffled sounds.
This was the scene her parents witnessed when they walked into her room.
