"Grandpa, no talking bad about Baobao!"
Baobao's crisp voice cut in. Evidently, he had overheard what Mr. Ji said to Le Tong.
"Oh, does Baobao have bad things for Grandpa to say?!" Mr. Ji laughed, looking at Baobao carefully walking over with a tray.
"Hmph, of course not!"
Baobao rolled his eyes at Mr. Ji, placed the tray on the coffee table, picked up the orange juice on the tray, and handed it to Le Tong, "Mommy, your orange juice."
"Thank you, Baobao!" Le Tong took the orange juice and bent down to give the little guy a kiss on the cheek.
"Grandpa, this is your grape juice."
"Did Baobao make this himself?" Mr. Ji smiled as he took the juice and took a sip.
"Of course Baobao made it, Grandpa Li can vouch."
Baobao turned his head and pointed to Housekeeper Li, who had followed him out. Housekeeper Li nodded, "That's right, the young master made it himself!"
