"It's all because of your itchy hands." Miao Jing patted Zhai Hua's hands unhappily. "You clearly know that San Bao is very quick-tempered, yet you deliberately be at odds with her. What kind of auntie are you? Carry Er Bao. I will coax San Bao." To say that Hua Hua had grown up, she had indeed performed quite well when she helped take care of the three babies. To say that she had not grown up, look, San Bao was just a baby who was still drinking milk, yet she was bullied to tears by Hua Hua, this heartless biological auntie.
Miao Jing could not help doubting whether she could leave her maternal grandchild in her daughter's care if Zhai Hua were to give birth to a child after marrying Tian Dong.
When that time came, she hoped that her maternal grandchild would not be badly bullied as compared to San Bao when it fell into the clutches of Hua Hua.
Zhai Hua smiled, embarrassed. She was just teasing San Bao and did not do it on purpose.
