The turntable was very exquisitely made and was divided into several segments. There was a silver needle in the middle.
The surrounding children all gathered around curiously.
Lu Guoguo extended her fair little finger.
Tada-
The needle began to spin!
The children around them were all curious.
"Lu Qingchu, do you have a lot of people in your family? Why do you need to use this?"
Lu Qingchu nodded and counted with her fingers.
"Yup! Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Fengmian, Uncle Siyang... This way it's fair!"
This was not the end!
As she spouted out this long string of words, the children could not quite follow it, but they understood the general meaning.
Ye Ziming nodded seriously.
"So it's like this! Lu Qingchu, you're so smart!"
The group of children echoed his sentiments.
Lu Suisui glanced at Lu Guoguo indifferently, as if he did not care where the needle was pointing.
