Gigi's mouth pouted high, looking pitiful as she lowered her half-raised hand, murmuring softly, "Brubby is mean..."
Brubby is really too mean, he always wants to control her.
Next time when Brubby cries, she won't comfort him with needles anymore.
"Hahaha. Mr. Harris has gone to get the car, he'll call us when it's here." Olivia Lewis burst into laughter at the siblings' antics, bent down to pick up the little girl with a pouty mouth, poked her puffed out cheeks, and teased, "Oh, my little Gigi is so pitiful, always being controlled by your brother. If you grow up like this, who knows how miserably you'll be bullied. Why not follow Auntie Olivia instead and ditch your brother. After all, your brother always just threatens you."
"I want Brubby!" Gigi was still a bit confused at first, but as soon as she heard the part about not wanting her brother, she immediately understood and urgently waved her hands to emphasize.
