"Yu, slow down. Don't drop her."
Xuanyuan Qing broke out in a cold sweat when she saw her youngest son pick up the little pink ball in the air and weigh her a few times.
Such a delicate little girl could not withstand a fall. How painful would it be if she was hurt?
Xuanyuan Yu also bent down and snatched Sweetcake from Shen Yu's arms.
"Uncle! I'm strong! I won't drop Sweetcake!"
Xuanyuan Yu glanced at him. "Even if you're strong, you're not allowed to carry her! You can't even stand steadily and fall all day. Do you still want to carry her and make fall with you?"
Xuanyuan Qing laughed unkindly as she watched her youngest son suffer.
"Then let me hug her. I won't drop her."
Xuanyuan Qing had long wanted to hug this little pink ball, since she had never seen such an exquisite little baby.
No matter what, Xuanyuan Yu couldn't be petty with his biological sister.
