"It hurts, it hurts." Pei Yicheng exaggerated dramatically, quickly saying, "Well, you said it's yours, so I'll treat it like it's yours."
"Hmph." Xu Nianhua shot him a glare, then took the little girl's hand and asked, "Little girl, you know what your name is, right?"
The little girl bit her lip, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Xu Nianhua. After a while, she finally said, "Niuniu."
Niuniu?
The name was too common, sounds like a nickname. It would be hard to find her family.
Xu Nianhua found a dress of Su Tiantian's, had the little girl take a bath, and in an instant she looked like a different person—delicate and pretty, especially lovely.
"Nianhua, this little girl will definitely grow up to be beautiful." Fang Manyin said with a smile, purposely dressing Su Tiantian and the little girl in matching styles, but different colors. Tiantian wore a pink dress, the little girl wore blue. The two girls stood side by side, both looking especially charming.
