Tsk.
The little girl had a round head, round face, and round eyes, looking quite cute in her bewilderment. Song Tan was a bit conflicted about whether to call Lun Chuan.
Heaven knows how a homebody like him evolved into someone capable of such apt language...
She herself had no experience dealing with children; at this moment, she thought about shifting blame—
"Alright. About the dispute between your baby and our Big White, it's hard to assign blame. Let's ask someone in authority to mediate, shall we?"
Someone in authority?
The baby's mom thought seriously for a moment, then nodded solemnly in agreement.
Meanwhile, Wu Lan was chatting with Liu Baoni.
"You know, kids are really smart these days! When I was six or seven, all I knew was catching bugs, cutting grass for the pigs, feeding chickens, and picking rice. When adults talked, about disputes or responsibilities, I couldn't understand any of it."
