Wu Wa carefully placed Bai Zhi in the wheelchair, then turned her attention to Li Mo.
"How could that be? I'm really strong; I could even carry you."
Li Mo: "…" How was he supposed to respond to that? Every little kid thinks they're incredibly strong. He, after all, weighed over a hundred pounds.
Li Mo crouched down and looked at Wu Wa with some concern.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? You shouldn't overexert yourself at such a young age."
Wu Wa furrowed her brow—Uncle Li didn't believe her.
"I really can carry you, Uncle Li."
Li Mo felt even more helpless but tried to reassure her.
"Maybe when you're older."
He imagined the scene for a moment—it was such a beautiful thought, he was almost afraid to consider it.
He quickly turned his attention to Bai Zhi.
"Does your foot hurt? Didn't I tell you to stay off it? You're being naughty. Shall uncle take you to get it checked?"
