The youngest daughter could be said to be the apple of everyone's eye.
Everyone's eyes lit up as they gazed over, wow, look at how pretty the little girl is, as fresh and lovely as a peach.
Especially with those features, seventy percent like Nianyang, and thirty percent like Li Tingyan, combined together, she really looks like a new year's painting doll.
Instantly, the family's hearts melted, and they were just dying to snatch up the little lamb and spoil her to the heavens.
The little lamb was shy; seeing so many people surrounding her, all unfamiliar faces, she fearfully held onto Nianyang's neck tightly, hiding her little face beneath her mother's chest.
"Mommy, mommy..."
The weak, trembling voice made the adults' hearts ache.
"What's wrong with little lamb?"
Old man Chu asked, rubbing his hands.
Nianyang patted her daughter's head, "Little lamb is recognizing people. Once she's had more contact, she'll open up."
