Ping Guoguo suddenly seemed to have guessed something, curled her lips and said, "Why lower your voice, are you afraid Mumu will find out that you're secretly watching her?"
"No, no way!" Bei Mo, like a cat whose tail had been discovered, immediately bristled.
Just as Ping Guoguo was about to say something else, Li Mumu stretched her head over, subconsciously ignoring Bei Mo, and greeted Auntie Ping, "Oh, it's Auntie Ping, I was wondering who was standing there. Good evening, Auntie."
"Good evening to you too, Mumu." Ping Guoguo smiled gently.
"Auntie Ping, would you like to come over and sit? The teacher just brewed some flower tea." Li Mumu said, reaching out to take Ping Guoguo's hand, leading her towards the pavilion.
"Sure."
Ping Guoguo followed her.
Seeing that this little girl dared to ignore him, Bei Mo couldn't help but cough twice to announce his presence.
But Li Mumu didn't even spare him a glance.
Bei Mo secretly clenched his fingers.
