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Little Yellow Duck and Macarons.
Qiaoqiao felt heartache and reluctance.
But he quickly came up with a brilliant idea, and now swiftly untied the balloon.
"Hiss—"
A sound of surrender came through as the beautiful balloon quickly shrank, then withered to the size of a palm-sized, old balloon.
He looked joyful and proudly delighted:
"Sister, look! Now I can have both the balloon and the boat ride."
He stuffed the balloon into his pocket, zipped it up, and at that moment his expression was full of pride.
This made Song Tan's feelings a bit complicated.
She had been wondering what to do if Qiaoqiao threw a tantrum on the ground, crying and insisting on a solution where he could have it both ways. How would she handle it?
Now everything was fine, the balloon was smacked back to its original form and stashed in a pocket.
"Isn't the point of buying a balloon to play with it in your hand for it to be fun?"
"No, not really," Qiaoqiao seriously put on his raincoat:
