Scolded by her own mother, Han Xiuxiu cried even louder.
And with her crying, parents who were scattered around the yard were all drawn over, asking what happened with chattering curiosity.
"It's nothing, my kid doesn't have any sense, sneaking some cream and deserves a scolding!"
While the words seemed to be criticizing her daughter, they implied a complaint about Shen Mingzhu's inhospitality and making a mountain out of a molehill—making a fuss just because a child had licked some cream.
Parents exchanged glances, not sure whom to support, making the atmosphere a bit awkward.
In Shen Mingzhu's view, this was all nothing trivial.
Ever since agreeing to throw a birthday party for her daughter, she had been ready to handle all kinds of emergencies.
