After the servant finished preparing the formula, they handed it to Nan Wan.
Nan Wan just put the nipple into Pea's mouth. Perhaps too hungry, Pea latched onto the nipple and sucked vigorously, choking and coughing, but bravely didn't cry a single tear.
Looking at Pea's wrinkled little face, Nan Wan felt both helpless and amused, "Can't you have a bit more of a princess's elegance?"
Qingqing jogged to the desk, grabbed a few tissues, then ran back to the sofa to hand them to Nan Wan, saying considerately, "Auntie, wipe it for little sister."
Pea had drunk too quickly, and while coughing, milk powder splattered all over her face and neck, even Nan Wan couldn't escape unscathed.
"So well-behaved," Nan Wan said as she took the tissues Qingqing handed over, patting her cheek with a smile, "Thank you."
Qingqing, proud of being praised, lifted her chin, "You're welcome."
