Xie Yanzhi didn't like what he heard: "What do you mean by that? Are you saying our Anan would hit someone?"
"That's not it," Lu Nianxi said. "You're seeing your daughter through rose-colored glasses. Don't you know what she's like at home?"
"I'm aware, but how did my Anan become the Demon Lord of Mayhem in your words?"
"She's bouncing around all day, even more mischievous than boys. The key thing is her sharp tongue — I can't win an argument with her."
"That's great, at least she won't be bullied."
Everyone in the family was worried, except Lu Nianxi.
Will the child adjust to kindergarten?
Will she get bullied?
Will she not be used to the food?
Back when Lu Nianxi was little, she only attended half-days.
Lu Beiyuan was all set for this, ready to have Xie Anjin attend half-days and pick her up at eleven-thirty so she wouldn't eat lunch there.
