Jiang Ping watched his mother with a sense of unease. Her behavior reminded him of a strange aunt who seemed to have a penchant for stealing children. He couldn't help but caution her, "Mom, you're scaring people with your behavior. No one would dare let you hold their child if you continue like this. Can't you act a bit more normal?"
His mother turned to glare at him, silencing him with a single look. By the time she turned back, the little girl had already extended her arms towards her. With a delighted laugh, she scooped the child into her arms, unable to let go. "Oh my, my heart is melting. How can there be such a well-behaved child? Tell Auntie, how old are you?"