Hen Li was so scared she was about to cry, pleading with a crying voice, "You, please put me down, I'm scared..."
"Sis, don't cry, up high is fun." Shen Weilan happily waved her small hands, her face full of expectation as she looked at Shen Xinghan, "Little uncle, up high, Weilan wants."
"But little uncle is holding sister, and has no hands left."
"What should we do?" Shen Weilan frowned, seriously pondering.
How could Qiao Yuetong bear to watch this?
So she lifted Shen Weilan up.
"Wow, Weilan is up high." Shen Weilan joyfully called out, waving her small hands at Hen Li, "Sister, Weilan is up high too, not scared."
"Not, not scared." Inspired by those words, Hen Li tried her best to hold back her fear, showing Shen Weilan a smile.
"Sister is pretty, Weilan likes."
"I also like..." Weilan.
