She coldly said to Liu Mianmian, "That's enough for today, we're going back!"
Xiaochun, puzzled and not understanding, stomped her foot on her shoulder: "Mother, I want to eat milk cake, I want to eat milk cake!"
She had eaten milk cake once last year when she accompanied Miss Wuya into the palace for Eryue's birthday, and that rich and fragrant flavor had been deeply engraved in her memory.
Several months had passed, and she still hadn't forgotten it.
Miss Wuya's face became even colder, and her steps quicker, as she directly leaped onto the top of the wall.
Liu Mianmian watched their retreating figures and called out loudly, "Xiaochun, don't worry, I will have Sister Liu Zhi send some to you in a moment!"
Watching the two disappear, Liu Zhi approached, puzzled, "Miss Wuya was fine, why did she just carry Xiaochun away? Is she taking this chance to stop learning to read?"
Liu Mianmian played with the handkerchief in her hand, smiling pleasantly: "That's one of the reasons!"
