"Weilan is willing, Weilan is willing!" Shen Weilan raised her little hand, jubilantly responding, thrilled to be able to help her mom.
"Then Weilan has to go to sleep early today so you can look your best when you go with me to see Dad tomorrow," Han Yingying said, her heart nearly melting at the sight of her daughter's adorable demeanor.
"Weilan is going to take a bath now and go to bed," Shen Weilan immediately stood up and trotted off to the bathroom with her short little legs.
At four years old, she could already do many things by herself.
"I want to help too," said Shen Weici, looking dejectedly at his sister's joyful expression.
He was too frail to be of any help to his mom.
Seeing her son's gloomy face, Han Yingying couldn't help but chuckle, "Silly boy, of course I need your help."
Shen Weici's eyes suddenly brightened, "Really?"
"Yes, tomorrow I need you and Weilan to come with me to see Dad, and I need you to help me protect Weilan."
