"Ah—"
Wei Xiyue suddenly opened her mouth and shouted expressionlessly.
Yun Shuang and the three little ones immediately looked at her.
In the past, Wei Xiyue did not like to interact with others and would shout when something went wrong. However, ever since Xiaohu imitated her and called a few times that it was not fun, she had never called out again.
Dahu immediately looked at the two small jars in Wei Xiyue's arms. Seeing that they were both there, he asked, "Sister Xiyue, what's wrong?"
Yun Shuang touched her hair. "Xiyue, are you feeling unwell?"
Wei Xiyue shut her mouth and stopped shouting.
Jiang Guanchao was pulled out of the shadows by Wei Xiyue's cry.
He glanced at Wei Xiyue.
Wei Xiyue was also looking at him. Her eyes were clear without any impurities.
