Lian Xinying was already used to her daughter talking to all sorts of things.
Because she had no playmates and was young, in her world, in her eyes, everything was alive.
She found the rag doll adorable and would gush to it, 'Miaomiao really likes you!'
The high heels almost made her fall, so she said they were not cute.
However, the high heels didn't respond to her at all.
"Help mom take a look, which clothes look better?" Lian Xinying put Miaomiao on the bed to help her choose.
Miaomiao finally snapped out of the shock of almost falling.
"This one looks nice! Mom! Can I have this one?" Miaomiao saw a handmade flower on one of the clothes, found it especially pretty, and reached out her little paw to tug at it.
Lian Xinying was completely disappointed in Miaomiao.
How could she ask her for help in choosing?
She only knew what she liked and wanted to get it immediately.
To divert Miaomiao's attention again, Lian Xinying handed the phone to her: "Talk to your dad."
