They did not think Qian Yiyun looked like she had any plans for the entire morning. In fact, they did not meet anyone they knew today!
An Jiuyue smiled and glanced at Qian Jiyun before explaining calmly to her sons, "Hmm, maybe something happened yesterday, and she forgot to do it today."
She could not possibly tell them that Qian Yiyun was frightened by her brother.
"Go play. I'll talk to Uncle Qian for a while."
"Alright, Mother. Brother and I will go and look at the pink flowers over there. They're very pretty."
Qian Yirong slid down Qian Jiyun's thigh and held his brother's hand.
"Mother, can I pick one?"
"No!"
Before An Jiuyue could say anything, Qian Yizheng, who had also gotten out of Qian Jiyun's lap, rejected his idea.
"Rong'er, the flower is growing well. It will wither if we pick it. It won't look pretty anymore. Let's not pick it and just look at it."
