The evening that Nuonuo called Zhang Ziweng, after dinner, when she should have been in the study practicing the piano, she slowly wandered into the living room with a cup of hot tea and sat on the sofa opposite her parents and Da Bao.
The three of them looked at her curiously, Da Bao especially so.
Because, ever since she was little, Nuonuo has always been clingy, especially to Da Bao.
Now, however, she was sitting quietly on the sofa across from them, holding a cup. If Da Bao wasn't mistaken, the little girl's expression was very tense, and her hands were tightly twisted together around the cup.
Da Bao noticed Nuonuo's nervousness, and of course, Le Tong did too, but like her husband and son, she quietly watched Nuonuo, waiting for her to speak up first.
Nuonuo, under the burning gaze of her parents and brother, almost wanted to back out, but reason told her she was not a child anymore; if she wanted something, she had to fight for it herself.
