Yu Ziqian's large, sparkling eyes were wide open, looking both adorable and pitiful.
Especially those tender, puckered lips always made An Ning unable to resist the urge to plant a kiss on them.
A child is still a child, even if he is of superior intelligence, he is still someone to be adored.
An Ning glared at Yu Jingchen, signaling him not to speak carelessly anymore.
Then she gently stroked Qianqian's little head and smiled, "Sister likes you best, okay?"
Qianqian was not satisfied, his eyes brimming with tears as he sobbed, "No, I want sister to marry me when I grow up."
"Don't even think about it," Yu Jingchen had no intention of catering to the child's feelings, refusing to give him any illusions.
"Wah..." Qianqian burst into tears, no different from any ordinary child.
Just as helpless, angry, and disappointed.
An Ning watched the child cry, her heart aching with him.
For some reason, seeing the child cry made her heart hurt too!
