At first, Ruan Jiaojiao felt shy, embarrassed that someone her age still went by such a cutesy name, but as time passed, she no longer minded. In fact, every time she was called that, it made her feel sweet inside.
She couldn't believe that one day she would grow to love this identity, to love the Ruan Family as if she had naturally belonged to it, her blood flowing with theirs.
"Milk, go call Daddy for dinner. Daddy, let's go back and eat," Ruan Jiaojiao said with a smile that she couldn't stop.
"Okay, Daddy just has a little bit of land left to turn. Jiaojiao, would you wait here for Daddy?" Ruan Jianguo looked at the row of land he had yet to turn. He had to water the field and fertilize it in the afternoon, running back and forth which was quite time-consuming.
