Sour

"I might not be able to tell you a joke, but I'm open to listening to you. Why don't you tell me what's keeping you up and making you so frustrated?"

"Qiao Nan, tell me. Will you treat a six-year-old's joke seriously?" Up until now, Zhai Hua had not figured out whether her discovery was a result of her own narcissism or that Tian Dong had never meant that at all. No matter how Zhai Hua tried to convince herself, Zhai Hua knew that it was not simply because of her own narcissism.

Qiao Nan placed her arm behind her head and sighed inwardly. Indeed, she intended to talk about this issue. No wonder even Brother Zhai had looked for her to talk about this. Perhaps, everyone in the family, apart from Jiajia, had felt it. After all, the Zhai family had watched Tian Dong grow up and had a good understanding of Tian Dong's temper.