Tong Tong stretched her hand toward Song Yaoyao. "Sister Yaoyao, carry me~"
Meanwhile, Little Ye who was being neglected was placed on top of the shoe cabinet.
The shoe cabinet was really high: at least, 1.5m.
Little Ye glanced down. He pouted and his eyes turned red in anger.
Tong Tong who was being doted on, held onto her gift. Mu Jing pretended to sigh, "Sigh, am I not Tong Tong's favorite person anymore? You used to like it when I carried you!"
"No! I still like Uncle Mu!" Tong Tong quickly shook her head as she patted his shoulder comfortingly. "But, compared to Sister Yaoyao, it's just a little less~ Really just a little~" she said as she gestured with her fingers.
Mu Jing: "...That hurt me even more."
It was better if she didn't explain.
"Pfff—" Lin Shuang couldn't help but laugh.
She looked at her pitiful son and shook her head. She was both heartbroken and amused.
"Don't be sad, Uncle Mu. I like you~!"
