Descending the stairs, I saw Lai Qinghuan sitting on the sofa, the very picture of elegance.
Hearing the noise, she turned her head and nodded with a slight smile, "Miss Qiao."
Qiao An returned the smile, "Miss Lai, have you been sitting here reading all this time?"
"Mm-hmm."
Mu Shaoxi ran to the front of the sofa, picked up a Magic Cube, and waved it in front of Qiao An, "Pretty sister, can you play this?"
"Piece of cake."
Qiao An took the Magic Cube and, in less than ten seconds, completed it.
Mu Shaoxi's little mouth formed an "O," his face a picture of stunned amazement.
"What else do you want to play?" Qiao An handed back the Magic Cube to Mu Shaoxi.
Mu Shaoxi immediately presented her with a jigsaw puzzle, which depicted an ink wash landscape: "Pretty sister, this one, this one!"
Qiao An took the puzzle and studied it carefully before sitting down on the carpet, with Mu Shaoxi huddling beside her, curiously watching her.
