Although she pretended to be deep in thought, she was actually sweating with anxiety.
Listening to the back-and-forth conversation between the two, Uncle Wu Shang's occasional attempts to dissuade them, and her brother's occasional unhappily snorting, as well as Chang Chang's anxious and frightened mosquito-like buzzing, witnessing the scene that almost descended into chaos, Chaochao had already done her best to resist the urge to scratch her head.
Please stop talking about this nonsense! She doesn't understand a word of it, and it's driving her crazy!
Dad doesn't talk much, so Chaochao can understand him without any problem.
However, Tao Yunxiao's words were roundabout and passed through Chaochao's mind like a breeze. Things like "misguided child" and "unsatisfactory"... Although she was confused, she carefully grasped the key point - her name had appeared several times in her aunt's mouth.
Her fair, round face was slightly wrinkled from worry.
After a brief silence, Tao Yunxiao said hesitantly:
“Mr. Huo, children shouldn’t be spoiled like that.”
"But, Aunt Tao..."
A soft, sweet voice came from below, causing everyone to pause. The little dumpling, the absolute center of attention, was offering her first opinion—
"Your brother Changchang is the real child. You should care more about him."
Chaochao's clear eyes met hers without flinching, and her little hand pointed directly at Changchang in the corner. The little boy was clutching the tissue she had given him, his shoulders trembling.
What? How could Changchang...?
Tao Yunxiao was stunned, her mouth opened, but she couldn't make a sound for a moment.
Only then did she notice that her son was clutching the block box tightly, tears streaming down his face onto the packaging.
The child who always obediently said "Mom, I know" was now like a puppy soaked in the rain.
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