Before Kang Li could finish speaking, Ming Wei toddled into the living room: "Mom, what are you saying about me?"
Kang Li looked at her with indulgence: "I'm saying you're smart and clever, lively and cute, and also warm and generous."
Immediately, Ming Wei's face turned rosy: "I'm not as good as Mom says!" The little girl was clearly a bit shy, she said in her childish voice, then turned and ran back to her room.
Old Lady Li saw this and couldn't help but laugh: "The little girl is shy!"
Kang Li smiled and made a sound of agreement: "Her skin is thin."
