"Does your brother often help you with these?" Sheng Ting withdrew his gaze and continued to ask his daughter.
"Yeah!" The little girl nodded vigorously, then counted on her fingers, "Brother helps Bao'er with drawing, he also helps Bao'er with crafts, and he makes picture books for Bao'er. Brother is so amazing!"
The little girl wore a proud expression on her face.
Sheng Ting probably figured out why his son was falling asleep in class. He reached out and touched his daughter's head, "Aren't these things you should be completing on your own? Why let your brother do them?"
"Bao'er can't do it, it's too hard, too hard," the little girl replied emphatically, her big eyes blinking, not feeling there was anything wrong with having her brother help.
Sheng Ting couldn't help but laugh and cry, realizing he had a daughter who knew how to take it easy!
Soon, Sheng Ye came in with a cup of warm milk and handed it to the little girl, "Drink it quick!"
