Seeing Lu Xuan cry, Mianmian withdrew her hand.
She took out two handkerchiefs from her small bag, giving one to each of her great-nephews, and signaled to them with her eyes.
But although the great-nephews saw Mianmian winking, they didn't understand her intention and just kept staring dumbly as Lu Xuan cried.
Mianmian had no other choice but to take the little hands of the great-nephews and place them under Lu Xuan's eyes, "Good grandsons, hurry and wipe your mother's tears."
Really, she, who couldn't even see her own mother, had to teach them, Humph!
Mianmian's little mouth pouted as she hugged Bai Bai and stepped back two paces to make room. When she looked up and saw the second nephew standing there dumbfounded, watching the trio, her small eyebrows furrowed and she dashed over to his side, reprimanding, "Why are you still standing here looking silly? Go and comfort the mother of your child, honestly!"
