"I'll block the light for you, so your snow melts a little slower!"
Qin Mu said softly, with a very serious look in her eyes.
The two little ones took her words seriously, but because their mother's gaze was too stern, they hugged the jars tightly to their chests.
Qin Mu wondered, who on earth helped them find this thing?
Who came up with the idea of putting snow in these glass jars?
"Mom! How about we put this in the freezer? That way, even in the summer, we can see snow!"
"You want to keep it in the freezer forever? Isn't that a bit too cruel?"
Qin Mu's eyes shifted slightly as she questioned them.
The siblings looked naively at their mother, even questioning her words. They both wondered, did they do something wrong? They just wanted the snow to still exist in the summer!
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That night, Mu Zihao went out for dinner, and Feng Fanghua, constrained by the presence of the old man, dared not nag.
