Her brother gave her a glance, indifferent. She pursed her lips, turned around to scan the room, ran to the stove by the door and pulled out a small bench—it was one she often used to sit on in the past.
With the stool in her arms, she ran over to Dangdang, clunking along. She placed the stool behind him and said sweetly, "Brother, sit."
Dangdang glanced at it and scowled with disgust.
Dingding noticed that it was covered in dust, promptly squatting down and cleaning it off with the handkerchief from her pocket. Then she tugged at Dangdang's sleeve, "Brother... brother, don't be mad..."
Dangdang glanced at her, then looked up at Mu Tianying and grumbled, "It's dad's fault." Then he pushed her small body for her to sit on the stool.
The adults watched them, unable to resist a chuckle. Only Mu Tianying felt gloomy: in the end, it was his fault!
