It wasn't until almost nine in the evening that Xiao Xue was switched back by Miss Lin. When she appeared in front of us, she looked as wronged as could be, immediately hanging onto my arm and howling, "Dad, can you control your wife!"
Her ruckus made the whole living room go quiet, including the little crow biting on the sofa cushion. I patted Xiao Xue's head, "Your mom hasn't even married in yet—how does it feel after half a day?"
Xiao Xue tossed herself onto the sofa, instantly bouncing the silly bird beside her to the floor: "I won't go to grandpa's house until I'm reborn; my God, I've never met someone who can chat so much—you know how many national leaders my grandpa had pleasant conversations with before he was twenty-five? Luckily, Kennedy passed away early; otherwise, he would certainly have had a talk with him in the cafe..."
