After Xue Chang 'an finished speaking, he bent down and squatted in front of Xue Xiaohua. Xue Xiaohua only snorted coldly and turned his face away, not wanting to talk to him.
Since this father didn't like her, then what was the use of having him?
Bai Wenjing knew that Xue Xiaohua was still angry, so she said, ""I'll go. Come, come to mother, mother will carry you."
She bent down and squatted in front of Xue Xiaohua. Xue Xiaohua looked at her mother's thin shoulders and couldn't bear to climb up. She pouted and reluctantly lay on her father's back."I don't want you to carry me. You're so thin. What if you fall down with me when we go down the mountain?"
Bai Wenjing couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that although this little girl was stubborn and angry, she still loved her from the bottom of her heart.
Looking at the hand that she had used to hit two kids, Bai Wenjing pinched herself.
