Ranran is quite close to this father. Upon hearing that it's time to leave, she obediently stood up from her chair: "Uncle, Auntie, goodbye."
"Mm, goodbye Ranran. Come over and play next time."
"Okay..."
The seven-year-old girl agreed happily, glanced at the little boy still sitting on the floor playing with models, and seeing that he didn't even look at her, her little face drooped with disappointment: "Ou Jing, little brother, I have to go now."
Ou Jing didn't lift his head: "Oh..."
Such a cold response, just one word, nothing more.
Ye Ning couldn't help twitching her lips at the sight. Seeing this little girl about to cry from this little brat's indifferent reply, she quickly pulled Little Baozi up from the floor: "Xiaobao, didn't you say before that you wanted to visit your sister's house?"
Ou Xiaobao: "..."
Heaven knows, when did he ever say such a thing?
