"Miss Miao'er, have you been thinking about Yaoyao lately? Yaoyao has even been dreaming about you. Oh, can you give me your phone number so I won't have to worry about not being able to find you?"
Yaoyao looked up at Lin Miao'er, who stood tall like a model, and rubbed her little neck that had grown a bit sore.
Lin Miao'er looked at Yaoyao's outstretched arms and picked her up, "There, Yaoyao, go find daddy. Auntie really has work to take care of."
"Then can Miao'er give Yaoyao her phone number so we can chat when you're not busy?"
At that moment, Lin Miao'er's head hurt terribly, and her heart was even more troubled. Her mood for the day was like a roller coaster ride, and she was truly exhausted.
She smiled and shook her head, "Alright, Yaoyao, go back to your daddy now." With that, Lin Miao'er was about to put her down.