"Of course, come here, Jiaojiao, sit on godma's lap," Zhao Li said, picking her up from the ground.
She had seen the commotion over there, there was no helping it, she adored her precious daughter too much, and her gaze unconsciously followed the child, so she just happened to witness it.
She was already somewhat displeased when Liu Nini started wailing.
Today was her birthday, a joyous occasion, and she couldn't understand why the girl was crying, but considering she was just a child, she didn't react until Lu Meili walked over and even glared at Ruan Jiaojiao. That's when she prepared to stand up, but Shu Jiao beside her held her back.
On such a day, one shouldn't get angry over trivial matters, and even Shu Jiao disliked it when others would call her daughter a "little country bumpkin" incessantly. If that little girl was saying it, it definitely was because she heard her mother repeating it so often that it just slipped out.