Mianmian had no idea that her seventh grandchild was overthinking things; she was anxious at the moment.
Even if she could foresee a bad event, the details of big issues related to herself couldn't be predicted at all, so she also wouldn't know if the people around her would be affected.
Though her mother had told her not to panic when faced with such situations and that there would always be a solution to problems that arose, Mianmian still panicked.
She worriedly pressed her chubby cheeks with her hands, kneading her puffy little face over and over.
The sun was scorching, and she had been picking watermelons all along; her little cheeks were already quite red. Now, as she rubbed her face with both little hands, not only did she make her face redder, but she also looked like a troubled little hamster.
