Lin Liuliu had a servant bring out the breakfast, revealing Junyue's well-intentioned efforts.
"Ningyan, have your breakfast first."
An An had already finished her breakfast, and was feeling a bit moody. "Didn't dad say he would spend time with me today?"
But this morning, to say nothing of spending time with her, he was not even around.
"Daddy has work to deal with at his company, An An, be good."
Seeing her daughter's small disappointment, Ningyan also felt uncomfortable inside.
Although they had been instructed not to go out recently, the courtyard outside was all white now, permitting some playtime with her little bun outdoors.
Ningyan rubbed her head, "An An, after a while mom will accompany you to make a snowman outside. Is that okay?"
Hearing about making a snowman, her little bun immediately cheered up.
She nodded her head enthusiastically and clapped her hands, "Great, a snowman... a snowman..."