Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting have already received the news of Fang Xiaohui being bedridden with paralysis.
Jiang Xiaoxiao is holding Little Sticky Rice; this child can already speak in sentences. She's just over one year old, but she truly has a knack for language.
Tuantuan and Yuanyuan look unhappily at their mom.
That look is entirely one of reproach.
Jiang Xiaoxiao, smiling, draws the two children into her arms.
"Alright, alright, you two are the older sisters, how could you be jealous of your younger sister?"
The three kids immediately burst into laughter and play, and Jiang Xiaoxiao reaches out to tickle their underarms, making the three little ones twist and turn in a playful bunch.
Little Sticky Rice hugs Jiang Xiaoxiao's neck.
"Mom, I am your daughter."
Jiang Xiaoxiao kisses her, "Yes! You are my daughter. You'll be mom's daughter for this lifetime."
Little Sticky Rice immediately beams, revealing a neat row of shiny little teeth.
"We are mom's daughters too."
