When Qiao Jing finished helping Zhan Qiaoyu with his bath, Qiao Hong and Qiao Lin happened to return with the clothes they bought.
The sisters bought a heap of clothes with various styles, each looking great, clearly chosen with care.
Qiao Jing picked a set for Zhan Qiaoyu to change into, and seeing it was getting late, she took him to bed.
After lying down in bed, Zhan Qiaoyu scooted closer to Qiao Jing, snuggling tightly against her.
Qiao Jing raised her arm to hug him, pulling him into her embrace. Her voice unconsciously softened, "Go to sleep."
Zhan Qiaoyu tilted his small face upward, blinking expectantly, and said, "Aunt Jing, can you tell me a story?"
After a silent two seconds, Qiao Jing honestly replied, "I only know the story of the Three Little Pigs, which you've heard before. I don't know any others."
Hearing her words, the little fellow became curious and asked in confusion, "Haven't you read any other stories?"
