In the incredibly bizarre gaze of Gu Yi'an, Tan Zheng took down a rag doll.
A rag doll wearing a plaid skirt, with flaxen hair braided into pigtails. This wasn't the popular doll of the day, but a more Chinese-styled rag doll.
Holding the rag doll, Tan Zheng gently stroked its hair and meticulously examined its clothes.
All these actions made Gu Yi'an feel extremely strange.
"Zhengzheng, you..."
Gu Yi'an suddenly found herself at a loss for words.
Tan Zheng looked so strange, no matter how you saw it.
However, Tan Zheng ignored Gu Yi'an and continued to carefully examine the doll.
After a while, he finally smiled, "Mommy, I want this doll."
"..."
Gu Yi'an was completely speechless. She frowned at Tan Zheng, "Zhengzheng, can you tell Mommy why you want this doll? Are you planning to give it to someone?"
Towards Gu Yi'an's question, Tan Zheng seemed a bit puzzled, staring at Gu Yi'an with a strange look: "What's the matter, Mommy? Can't I want this?"
