"In any case, remember, no matter what happens in the future, you mustn't hit people, otherwise others will say you're not well-educated, understand?" Zhong Lingling said.
Lingling sniffed, still looking aggrieved.
Zhong Lingling picked her up and sat her on a chair.
"Come on, let's open the second gift from your brother!"
Lingling nodded.
The mother and daughter opened the gift box together, and lying quietly inside was a fairy tale book, Snow White!
"It's a book!" Lingling hugged the book, staring at the beautiful Snow White on the cover with bright eyes.
Although she couldn't read, the illustrations in the fairy tale, with their vibrant colors and full of fantasy, always captured a child's attention at first glance.
"Mom, what do these words say? Can you read them to me?"
"Snow White!"
Zhong Lingling recounted the contents of the storybook to Lingling.
Lingling propped up her chin with both hands, looking full of longing.
