Han Xinyu had just had her first menstruation recently and had been running a low fever, which prevented her from attending classes. She had to take leave and rest at home. With Zheng Cuicui and Han Shouxin busy, they sent her over to stay.
"Little Aunt," Han Xinyu called out with a hint of irritation, "Mrs. Yu was dressing Little Sun and the others. Little Spring Breeze woke up first and couldn't stay put, so he ran out, and I followed to keep an eye on him. Who knew that in a blink of an eye, he would manage to kill the little shrimp."
"Little Spring Breeze doesn't understand, Nuonuo, don't be angry. Just explain it to him nicely." Seeing that the little girl cared so much, Lin Xiaoguai reached out and patted her head.
Facing Lin Xiaoguai's warm smile, Han Xinyu blushed slightly and said, "I'm not angry."
"Alright, let's go back. Are there any customers in the store?" Lin Xiaoguai picked up Little Spring Breeze and walked back to the store with Han Xinyu.
