Liu Xiaoqin, "..."
This wicked girl, this nemesis, this rotten girl!
Are we having dinner soon?
Etiquette, righteousness, integrity, shame?
Isn't this just scolding her?
This little brat has really learned how to retort over the last couple of years.
She can insult without using a single curse word.
But this face, oh, is burning red from embarrassment with her words.
And it hurts.
Getting your face slapped in front of so many people, how can it not hurt?
"Auntie," a little girl whispered, "I know, Dad and Uncle work very hard. We should wait for them to come back and eat together."
Even though she saw them eating just now, she really wanted to eat too.
But she held back.
The little girl blushed, her big eyes looking at Gu Lingling, her voice soft and sweet, very pleasant to hear.
Gu Lingling squatted down and stroked her hair, "So good, so considerate."
Liu Xiaoqin's face was slapped once again, with a sharp echoes.
It hurt fiercely.
