Jinshao stopped crying the moment she reached Wang Yongzhu's hands, her little arms tightly hugging Wang Yongzhu's neck as she affectionately nuzzled against her, "With old auntie here, Jinshao is not afraid—"
That meant, as long as her old auntie was there, Jinshao wasn't afraid!
Indeed, the day before, Lady Jiang had been holding Jinshao, who had directly witnessed Wang Yongzhu's heroic table-flipping moment; it must have left a deep impression in the little bean's mind.
She felt that her old auntie was her guardian deity, feeling exceptionally secure in her auntie's embrace.
Lady Jiang quickly reprimanded, "Jinshao, come down quickly, don't tire out your old auntie—"
Jinshao, for once, did not heed Lady Jiang's words. She twisted her little body, positioned her little bottom towards Lady Jiang, and buried her little head firmly into Wang Yongzhu's chest.
