Lu Yinfeng knew that Mo Zhi had always been friendly to other children, and at the beginning, she hadn't rejected Lu Zhu either.
But the scene just now had scared her, yet she still pitied herself.
Lu Yinfeng softly comforted her, "Xiao Zhi, Lu Zhu is just like you, a child of her father and mother, she is your sister, and that can't be changed."
Mo Zhi's little mouth turned up even higher, clearly dissatisfied.
"I don't want her, I just don't want her!" Mo Zhi clung to Lu Yinfeng's clothes and started to throw a tantrum.
"Be good, Xiao Zhi, don't make a fuss in the elevator," Lu Yinfeng soothed her.
"Wuwuwu… I just don't want her…" Mo Zhi's emotions surged, and she suddenly changed from her usual obedient and sensible self to becoming willful.
She cried and stamped her feet with force, hopping around.
The elevator car shook slightly, and Lu Yinfeng quickly tried to pick Mo Zhi up.
But Mo Zhi twisted her body, not allowing her to hold her.