When Rong Yan and Ning Ansheng walked over from the academy, they saw the little girl writing with her eyes lowered. Ning Anhui was frowning as he held up the account book. Xiaoxiao sighed and took out a new book to draw a few lines on it. "Second Brother, write like this."
Ning Anhui tried it a few times and instantly beamed. "This is a good idea, this is a good idea! Sister, where did you learn it from?"
Xiaoxiao looked kind. "I learned it from reading."
Ning Anhui slowly raised his head to look at her, then slowly lowered his head to look at the account book.
"Really? The books teach this?"
Ning Ansheng stared at his brother's face and saw his sister winking at him. Hence, he went forward calmly and said, "Yes, I'll teach you."
Rong Yan didn't get too close to Xiaoxiao in front of Xiaoxiao's parents and brothers. He just stood behind her and asked her softly, "Are you tired?"
"Are you happy?"
"Have you eaten?"
