Wen Nuan was petrified there, her arms quietly, quietly slid down from Qin Shaojin's neck, hanging at her sides, sitting upright, sitting properly, "Let's watch this channel."
From beginning to end, she didn't dare to look at Wen Hua's expression.
Wen Hua didn't look at Wen Nuan, but at Qin Shaojin, "Do you have batteries?"
Qin Shaojin looked at Wen Hua, as if nothing had happened just now, "Dad, what size?"
Wen Hua, "Size Seven."
Qin Shaojin pulled open the drawer, rummaged for a long time inside, found them and handed them to Wen Hua.
Wen Hua took the batteries and went upstairs without looking back, not once glancing at Wen Nuan.
When the footsteps faded away, Wen Nuan turned around, looking at Wen Hua's back with a complicated mood, Dad, is he going to give her the cold shoulder?
No! It'll drive someone crazy!
She looked at Qin Shaojin, "I'll go upstairs to check on them."
Qin Shaojin, "Go ahead."
