"Ouch, ouch." Pei Yicheng exaggeratedly expressed his pain, and quickly said, "Then, since you say it's yours, I'll just assume it is."
"Hmph." Xu Nianhua glared at him, then held the little girl's hand and asked, "Little girl, do you know what your name is?"
The little girl bit her lip, her big, blinking eyes looking at Xu Nianhua, and after a while, she said, "Niuniu."
Niuniu?
The name is too common; with such a nickname, finding her family won't be easy.
Xu Nianhua found a little dress of Su Tiantian's and let the little girl take a bath. Instantly, the little girl seemed like a different person — so delicate and pretty.
"Nianhua, the little girl will definitely be beautiful when she grows up," Fang Manyin said with a smile, deliberately putting Su Tiantian and the little girl in matching dresses of different colors. Tiantian wore a pink dress, and the little girl wore a blue one. Standing side by side, they both looked exceptionally lovely.
