"Grandma is fine, just needs to sleep it off, don't worry."
Seeing Little Dumpling's earnest expression, Qing Li not only comforted Dumpling but also promised, "Alright, I'll listen to you and take care of my body."
Little Dumpling nodded seriously like a tiny adult, and his fingers continued to rest on Qing Li's forehead.
I suddenly understood, his telepathy wasn't just directed at me, it seemed he could use it on anyone.
"You don't need to apologize for your mom, I'm not mad at all, you misunderstood." Qing Li was no different from other family elders who doted on their children, totally indulging his little grandson, like he was a treasured baby.
Dumpling suddenly extended his pinky towards Qing Li, his big eyes sparkling.
Qing Li extended her own pinky and made a pinky promise with Dumpling, "This is our promise, I will remember it."
Huh? Did they just reach some secret agreement in this short moment?
Even I, as his biological mom, am left in the dark...
