Feng Qingxue watched her sister silently, having hit the nail on the head; Xibao never did like to sit still wherever he went.
However, with Father Lu in control, Feng Qingxue wasn't worried at all.
"Mommy, brother is naughty, but Babao is good. You like Babao, don't like brother," Fubao placed her little hand on Feng Qingxue's knee, looking the picture of obedience—if only her eyes weren't glued to the half-finished necklace.
Feng Qingxue chuckled and quickly threaded a few more beads, tying a knot.
As Fubao was small, the necklace was naturally short.
Touching the grass bead necklace that hung down to her chest, Fubao was unbearably pleased with herself, her eyes curving into smiles, and with both hands holding her little chin, she bounced on the spot, "Babao is so pretty, the necklace is so pretty, thank you, Mommy!"
She climbed into Feng Qingxue's arms and planted a firm kiss on her face.