"This soup was specially ordered by Uncle Sheng for you, sister. Do you want to drink it now, or later?"
"I'll drink it later, there's no rush right now."
Qiao An lifted her eyes and looked at Lu Meng, who awkwardly averted her gaze.
Her eyes gradually moved down to Little Nuomi's face. The little one was feeling down, with furrowed brows and a look of pure unhappiness.
"Little Nuomi, what's wrong?"
Qiao An reached out her hand, but Little Nuomi did not place her little paw in her palm for a long time.
She simply shook her head gloomily.
Qiao An sighed, "Come, come to Mama's side."
After hesitating for a moment, Little Nuomi awkwardly climbed onto the bed. Lacking strength, she turned her head and, in an extremely comical pose, softly pleaded for help from Lu Meng behind her, "Auntie, help Little Nuomi."
Lu Meng reacted, reached out to support her little bottom, and gave her a good push.
