Sisi knew that Qiao Xiaon'an was a particularly serious mother.
So, when she saw Qiao Xiaon'an's questioning expression, the high spirits she had felt during her photo session with Yun Mo instantly cooled down.
With her arms still around Amo's neck, she became obedient and serious, yet with a hint of aggrievement in her lowered eyelashes, she didn't dare to look at Qiao Xiaon'an.
"It's been a long time." She mumbled, "I don't remember."
"..." Qiao Xiaon'an watched her daughter's expression and had the urge to laugh.
Her daughter's eyelashes were surprisingly long and curled upwards, and her large eyes were glimmering slightly.
Neither she nor Amo spoke, prompting Sisi to mumble again, "Mommy, I was wrong for hiding so many snacks. I shouldn't have upset you."
Unable to resist, Qiao Xiaon'an pinched her daughter's rosy cheek, "Who said I was upset?"
