Jiang Mengchen really wasn't exaggerating. Ever since Mei Mengzhen used Spiritual Spring Water to nurse her health, Jiang Mengchen rarely even caught a cold, let alone anything more serious.
Although Jiang Mengchen was only kindergarten age, she was pretty tall, and with all the heavy winter clothes weighing her down, Mei Mengzhen could barely hold her for a little while before her arms gave out.
Jiang Mengchen's little body started to slide down, and just as Mei Mengzhen tried to lift her up again, Pei Ziyu stepped in and scooped her up.
"Let me do it."
Jiang Mengchen may be young, but she still cared about her image. Even as Mei Mengfei was walking to see the doctor, he was being carried around by two people in turn—how embarrassing was that? As soon as he got into Pei Ziyu's arms, he started fussing to get down.
"I can walk myself."
Pei Ziyu laughed, "No need for me to carry you? Isn't it nice being carried?"
"Feifei is walking by himself, too." So can I.
