Sister, Don't Be Impulsive. Ah Jue Doesn't Deserve Death!

Gu Zhaoming rested a hand on Feng Jue's shoulder, speaking with earnestness. "Jue, you're grown now. It's time to act more mature. Don't keep bothering your sister to fetch dolls for you in the future."

Feng Jue blinked innocently. "But Sister was the one who offered to help me get the doll. Isn't that right, Sister?"

Gu Yang nodded with a smile. "Yes, that's right."

"Indeed, Yangyang and Xiao Jue are inseparable. You and your father are just envious," Ruan Xueling remarked, casting a disapproving glance at Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei.

Secretly, she too felt a pang of envy.

Yet, Yangyang was her daughter, and she could arrange for her to indulge in doll play another time.

Ruan Xueling instructed the nanny to take Feng Jue's belongings upstairs before urging Feng Jue to blow out the candles and cut the cake. Soon, everyone showered him with gifts and well-wishes.