Seeing that neither of them was speaking, Gu Mengmeng became displeased and continued to say, "Aren't you two adults ashamed? After arguing, I, a four-year-old kid, must mediate, and yet you don't appreciate it. How annoying!"
Eleven couldn't help but smile at Mengmeng's words, shaking her head, "We didn't argue for real, don't worry unnecessarily."
"Ignore them," Grandpa Jiǔ advised, "They're spoiled. Maybe they'll be all smiles later."
Jiujiu got up from his seat and announced, "I've had enough to eat. Let's go, Mengmeng. Let them argue to their heart's content, as long as they don't start physically fighting, which might be good for their health."
"Sounds good, let's go then! Arguing is no fun!"
The two little friends packed their bags.
Eleven put down her bowls and chopsticks and stood up, "Wait for me, you two. I promised to take you—"
Gu Liancheng finally called after her, "Let's talk."
