Nanny Zhao was terribly anxious. She lowered her voice and urgently said to Mrs. Zhang, "Madam, I'm going to scold that foolish woman right away!"
After speaking, she didn't wait for Mrs. Zhang to respond; she squeezed through the crowd and made her way to a nearby carriage.
He Tiantian was still gesturing for Feng Yanting to push the cart. Her voice was gentle, filled with the usual concern for her son that Feng Yanting was accustomed to.
So, although he didn't know why Mom had asked him to get out of the car this time, Feng Yanting didn't think too much about it, nor did he resent his mother's "favoritism."
He even felt as though his mother was playing a game with him, the little boy mimicking his mother's actions, raising his chubby little hands, his legs bowed one in front of the other, strenuously pushing the cart.
"Oh my, our Yanting is really amazing. Not even five years old, and he's already able to help Daddy and Mom with chores!"
