Zhang Zhi: ...
"I wanted you to think about the pancake you drew, not go downstairs to stuff your face."
But looking at Little Bun's beautiful, clear, and innocent cat-like eyes.
Any mistake is definitely her brother's fault—what does it have to do with my sweet little darling?
Zhang Zhi quickly convinced herself too.
This score, she'd settle with Tang Wenhuo later.
In the end, she hugged Little Milk Bun affectionately and warmly.
"Come on, Mommy will take you downstairs to eat."
Eat a big bowl!
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Those who participated in last night's 'battle' in the house also dispersed quickly, either catching up on sleep or going about their tasks.
Tang Jin was squinting her big cat eyes, sitting on a little high stool.
The breakfast today included apricot jam bread, which she also liked very much, squinting her big eyes in utter contentment.
It was just after eight in the morning when the old man touched Tang Jin's little head and went out for a walk.
