Luo Qianqian certainly hadn't forgotten to snap a few pictures, including a close-up of the little monkey's wrinkled face—she sent them to her brother Luo Shufan as soon as she got home.
"Do you really think it's okay to do this?" He Wenyu watched Luo Qianqian composing an email, her lips twitching with a convulsion.
The content was as follows: Brother Brother, this is our little monkey brother, doesn't he look just like a monkey? Mom doesn't like to hear that…
Who talks about their own brother this way? And with such disdain???
"What's wrong with it? Look how pretty Linlin is, not all wrinkly like the little monkey." Luo Qianqian pouted as she sent the email, then turned to look at Li Menglin, who had already fallen asleep.
