Shen Ningning was taken aback.
Then, she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. Her little face was brimming with joy, and she laughed so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks.
Mo Lingwei patted her. "Answer me. Does it look like me?"
Still clutching her stomach, Shen Ningning nodded through her laughter. "It does!"
Mo Lingwei placed the cloth tiger in her arms. "Keep it safe. Carry it with you. No matter where you are, you can think of it as me being by your side."
"The tiger and I will both protect you."
Shen Ningning's laughter gradually subsided, eventually replaced by a shimmer of tears in her eyes.
She asked in a soft, sweet voice, "Brother, does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?"
Mo Lingwei's eyes narrowed, and he turned his head away. "That's a separate issue. Ask me again in a couple of days."
「At the same time.」
The elder aunt was in her room organizing a list when a faint voice called out from the doorway.
