Nanny Li looked up, surprised. "Young Miss, I have been serving the madam in the Ji Mansion for over twenty years."
Mrs. Qiao chimed in, "Why do you ask that?"
Jiu Jiu seemed a little disappointed that the nanny didn't have a secret identity. She pouted and said with a sigh, "Nanny, if you sold cloth dolls on the street, you would make so much money. Enough to raise ten of me!" She even gestured with her hands as she spoke.
A child's innocent words have a special way of delighting adults.
Nanny Li was grinning from ear to ear at the praise, wishing she too could raise a little granddaughter as cute and sweet-tongued as this one.
Even the usually stern Mrs. Qiao couldn't stop laughing.
Anju Garden had never been so lively.
"Hm? Am I not doing a good enough job raising you?" a clear and pleasant voice asked.
Ji Qingwu had suddenly appeared behind the little girl, asking with a mock-stern expression.
