"What is sister thinking about?"
Seeing the pain in Wen Nuan's eyes, Zhan Yanran's delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Sister, you really don't seem very happy. Is there something bothering you? Tell me about it..."
"Tell you so you can feel happy?" Zhan Haoxuan's charming lips curved into a teasing smile as he looked at Yanran. Taking the little leather ball from Wen Nuan's hand, he said, "Sister, if there's something wrong, you can tell me. Dad says I'm a little man and very good at helping people."
"Bragging!" Yanran's small mouth immediately pouted. "Saying it to make you happy is meant for you alone; how can you use it on pretty sister?"
"Haha, I'm fine." Watching the two little ones about to argue, Wen Nuan hurriedly smiled to stop them. "Sister is not unhappy at all."
From afar, a pleasant woman's voice was calling their names. Wen Nuan quickly patted their small shoulders. "Go on, Mom is worried."
