Bad news, huh.
This kid was too clever.
Qi Qingyao reached out, wanting to ruffle the child's hair, but Xiaobao shied away from her hand.
Smiling, she took her hand back. She did not feel embarrassed at all. However, she had the children put the cookies back into the box first, lest they drop them on the floor after listening to her. The kids were obedient, putting the cookies back into the box without question.
Qi Qingyao crossed her arms in front of her chest and said calmly, "The bad news is that the past Qi Qingyao has already died."
