Yan Luoxi watched Tian Lingyun's departing figure with a bit of awkwardness in her heart. Once the mother and daughter left, she pulled a chair over to sit by the table, looked at Yanling, and said, "Xiaoling, tell me why you suddenly don't like Yanyan anymore?"
With a book in his hand, Yanling's expression was indifferent, "I don't like spoiled kids."
Yan Luoxi frowned, "Aren't you a kid too?"
"I'm not a kid; I'm an adult."
Yan Luoxi helplessly pinched his cheek, "Clearly, you're a kid, still pretending to be a little adult. Xiaoling, can you tell mommy the truth?"
Yanling looked at the book he was holding and didn't speak for a moment. He knew he couldn't voice his suspicions, or else his godmother's family, which had just stabilized, would be turned upside down.
"Mommy, don't you think Yanyan is getting more willful and spoiled?"
