"Brother Ziyi."
When Mo Ziye released his hand, Qingqing's little face immediately changed.
Those clear eyes became more aggrieved and sad. Without thinking twice, she immediately reached out and grabbed Mo Ziye's hand tightly, fearing he would throw it off.
The voice that came out was even more suffused with grievance, her little face appearing very pitiful.
Every time she showed this expression, looking pitifully at Mo Ziye, no matter how much anger he had, it would vanish.
This time was no exception. Mo Ziye eventually surrendered to Qingqing's pitiful look, grasping her hand and speaking earnestly, "It's not that I don't allow you to eat candy or chocolate, but when your teeth hurt, it's really uncomfortable, so you need to eat sweets less often."
"Brother Ziyi, I know, I will listen to you from now on."
Qingqing often made mistakes, but her speed and attitude in admitting mistakes were definitely good.
