Little Lemon's eyes lit up and she swiftly straightened her body, doing an 'ok' hand sign. "Mommy, I promise that I will do it properly."
With that, she slipped down from the seat and ran to Fu Qinglun's legs. "Daddy, carry me."
Fu Qinglun was still feeling displeased from not being able to carry his son. Now that his daughter ran over to be carried, he quickly picked up Little Lemon in the crook of his arm. Everyone said that daughters were the little darlings of their parents, and this was the truth.
What Fu Qinglun did not know was that his little darling was already in cahoots with her Mommy to do things behind his back.
…
In the kitchen.
Little Lemon handed a strand of short hair to Lin Shiyu. "Mommy, I've completed my task."
Lin Shiyu took a plastic bag and placed the strand of hair into it. Bending down, she kissed Little Lemon's cheek. "Little Lemon, can you give Teacher Lin a strand of your hair too?"
