In the blink of an eye, winter arrived again, and little Xie Anjin was already six months old.
By the third flip and the sixth sit, the little one could now sit up.
She sat on the carpet, holding a toy in her hand, and when she smiled, her bare, tender pink gums were visible, with only two tiny teeth peeking through on the bottom.
Little Xie Anjin, who was praised from a young age, had an angelic face and a devilish temper.
When she's happy, everything is fine.
But if something doesn't go her way, she cries loud enough to shake the heavens.
Especially if she's wronged, it's unbearable, she cries so hard she could tear the house down, and she's stubborn, won't stop crying, and cannot be consoled.
Actually, no one in the family lets her be wronged.
It's just that Lu Nianxi occasionally teases her.
Nowadays, she can understand when people talk to her. If you speak nicely to her, she'll listen.
