The little wooden horse was a little tall. Jiang Yu's feet could not reach the ground, but she loved to play. Therefore, every time she sat on it, someone had to bend down to support her. It was very tiring. Jiang An asked the nanny to put it away. She planned to take it out when Jiang Yu was older, but she had no choice now. She had to make a strong move, or else Jiang Yu would keep pestering her to see her brother.
Aunt Sang nodded and went back to make arrangements.
Zou Bai followed Jiang An slowly into Shaohua Tower. "Every time I come to your backyard, the door of this small building is tightly shut. I've always been curious about what it's like inside. I didn't expect to walk in personally one day to take a look."
Zou Bai's expression and tone were indifferent.
Seeing this, Jiang An asked curiously, "Did you come to my house often in the past?"
