The coffee shop was very quiet.
Scattered guests were silently sipping coffee, and the low booths created independent spaces for everyone.
Not far away, a gaze was fixedly staring at Ye Mingmei sitting on the sofa, watching the figures of the mother and daughter. The deep, wicked eyes seemed like they could wring out water.
The hand on the wheelchair slowly tightened.
"Mom..."
Meimei rubbed her delicate little face against Ye Mingmei's arms, opened her beautiful big eyes, as if she hadn't immediately reacted.
"Awake, are you hungry?" Ye Mingmei put down the coffee cup in her hand and held Meimei well.
"Not hungry, I want a pretty dress!" Meimei rubbed her eyes with her hand, became spirited, and hugged Ye Mingmei's neck, her eyes sparkling.
After a nap, the little girl hadn't forgotten that they were out shopping for pretty dresses.
