Shanshan's cheeks flushed red from the pinching, but she still thanked them obediently.
Ling Anxun was bubbling with joy, unable to wipe the smile off his face.
But as he watched his daughter become the center of a crowd's attention, his brows gradually furrowed.
Before long, he made the excuse that "the child is sleepy," scooped her up in one motion, and left.
'Sleepy?'
Shanshan wasn't the least bit sleepy. Her head swiveled back and forth, still eager to watch the excitement.
But before she could utter a single word, her father had "abducted" her.
She could only squirm in his arms and wave, shouting "Goodbye!" to her grandmother and the others.
After the birthday, things at home finally settled down.
Jiao Qin said she wanted to visit her parents, and she planned to bring some homemade pastries to show her filial devotion.
Since it was the weekend, Ling Zhiwei insisted on going with them, dragging Shanshan along for the ride.
