"Auntie, you don't like Yingying anymore?"
Being stared at by the little girl with such a pitiful gaze, Chuxia heaved a sigh and gave up, thinking that if a five-year-old child's acting was this skillful, she'd accept it, but still, she had to say what needed to be said.
"Yingying, in the future, no matter if it's your grandma, your grandmother, your mom, when they tell you to throw something at your little aunt or bully your little aunt, what should you do?"
The little girl thought about it and, with determination in her face, said to Chuxia, "I will tell my little aunt."
"Why?"
"Because my little aunt takes me to school, gives me yummy food, doesn't scold me, and even teaches me to sing..."
Listed one by one, these were all mundane matters for Chuxia, but the sincerity and earnestness on the child's face, if it was a deception, she was utterly convinced!
If someone always lived in doubt, how boring would that be?
