In the faint light, Xibao saw her parents. She immediately slid off Qiao Desheng and ran clumsily towards Feng Qingxue. She clung to Feng Qingxue's legs, her plump face partially hidden by her scarf, as she said passionately, "Mom! Mom! Mom!"
"Xibao, mom is tired. Let dad carry you!" Lu Jiang was drained from the afternoon events.
But the little one shook her head relentlessly, "No, no!"
"Why don't you want dad to carry you? Dad is taller than mom and can lift you up high."
After hearing what Feng Qingxue said, Xibao stubbornly insisted, "Mom hold!"
Feng Qingxue chuckled, "Why?"
Then, Xibao pointed at Lu Jiang, "Dad, hit, Dad hit, hit butt!"
Her words were accompanied by a fearful expression.
The people present laughed heartily. Qiao Desheng broke the silence, "Sister-in-law, before we arrived, the Commander and Colonel Ye specifically told us not to let you or Lu Jiang hit Xibao. They will ask her tomorrow if anyone hit her."