"Aiya," Luo Lingling's shadowy eyes were swept away, and she smiled, picking up the little girl and placing her on her lap.
She gently tapped the girl's tiny nose with her finger, "It's only been a month, and our Nannan has grown taller again."
"Sister Luo is a liar!" Nannan pouted, gesturing with her chubby little hands, "I measured myself this morning, and I haven't grown at all."
She suddenly cradled her chin in her hand, her big eyes full of longing, "When can I be as tall and pretty as Sister Luo?"
Luo Lingling couldn't help but laugh, patting the top of her head, "You certainly will..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her eyes widened suddenly, "Wait... your aura... are you about to break through to Divinity Transformation?"
Yan Xiaohu, listening nearby, almost bit his tongue.
He stared intently at this little girl who wasn't even up to his waist, twitching at the corner of his eye — a five or six-year-old Divinity Transformation?
