The old lady kept watching Mianmian as she entered the Meng family, finally retrieving her gaze.
After Mianmian returned to the Meng family, she immediately let go of Ying Xi's hand and dashed towards the study.
"Daddy, Daddy, I'm back."
Meng Yunzheng was writing, but upon hearing her, he put down his pen immediately. Just as he opened the door to the study, Little Mianmian, with her flushed little face, ran inside.
"Daddy."
Meng Yunzheng picked up his daughter, took a handkerchief, and carefully wiped her sweat, smiling as he asked, "Did you have fun?"
"Yes." Mianmian nodded vigorously, "Daddy, what are you doing?"
"Writing." Meng Yunzheng held her as he sat behind the desk, pointing at the words above and asking her, "Do you still recognize the words I taught you yesterday?"
Little Mianmian squinted her eyes, her little face scrunched up, then shook her little head and confidently said, "I don't remember."
