"Hmm," Xu Xiuxiu instantly snapped back to reality and turned her head to see Zhao Nan standing beside her. The little fellow was craning his neck, tugging at her clothes, "What's wrong, Nannan?" Xu Xiuxiu looked at Zhao Nan, deeply afraid that the words from Ma Xiaohua had made the little one sensitive.
This child was always so intelligent and well-behaved that it was heartbreaking.
"Auntie, can you come down a bit, I have something to tell you." Zhao Nan struggled to pull Xu Xiuxiu's body down to his height. The little guy tip-toed to whisper in Xu Xiuxiu's ear, "I won't tell anyone that you cured my face, not even daddy." He patted his chest in assurance and then, with a bright smile towards Xu Xiuxiu, he turned and ran into the house.
