Wen Fengmei softened her tone, "Manman, I'm just blunt; don't be mad at me."
Manman pursed her lips, smiling without showing her teeth.
Wen Fengmei, looking at her, felt a chill in her heart and closed her mouth.
Pang Shaohan couldn't hold back any longer, thinking of sneaking over to the TV cabinet while the adults were not paying attention, reaching out to touch the model plane. It clearly wasn't a normal toy as he felt it with his palm; it wasn't made of plastic, and his eyes shone even brighter.
"Shaohan!" Wen Fengjie noticed her nephew's actions at this moment, frowning as she scolded. The boy was too spineless, too old to still be looking for toys when visiting someone's house. He should be digging for gold at Manman's place. He really couldn't compare with his sister Pang Yunyun, who at his age, was already helping with chores at home. Just because he was an only child, he'd been spoiled rotten by his mother.
