Your mother will definitely be angry. She spent so much time rehearsing for you, racked her brains to write so many lines, and finally ruined it at the hands of a little girl like you. Do you think your mother will hate you from now on? Will she think you are stupid and that you can't even do the smallest things well?

Your mother might also think that this baby is not her biological child, and that she and the child just don't get along. After all, biological babies are better."

Someone in the backstage was calling Teacher Wen.

Wen Nuan stood up and responded, then said to Diandian, "If you really can't remember your lines, I think you could squat on the stage and cry for a while. The leaders below might soften their hearts when they see you cry. The louder you cry, the sadder you are."

Diandian watched Wen Nuan leave, the little guy clenched his hands together. Originally, the little guy was a little nervous because the matter was about to be completed in the past two days, but now...

I was actually at a loss.

Her heart felt empty, as if she had been thrown into the air by the uncles, and then the uncles withdrew their hands, and she was very likely to fall to the ground.

For the first time, Diandian felt a sense of confusion in her heart, which could not be expressed in her poor language system.

He waited until Zhou Sese brought other people over before he ran over and threw himself into Zhou Sese's arms.

Zhou Sese rubbed Diandian's little head, raised her head to arrange for others to take their places first, and waited until there was no one else around the mother and daughter before picking up her little daughter. "What's wrong, dear?"

Diandian hugged Zhou Sese's neck tightly, rubbing her little face against Zhou Sese's ear, "Mom, I'm afraid I will mess things up."

Zhou Sese's eyes moved slightly, and a fiery light flashed in her deep eyes. She walked out holding Diandian, and the mother and daughter sat on the stones by the roadside.

Zhou Sese suddenly asked, "So what if it goes wrong?"