The little bun ran over with quick little steps, but surprisingly, he went straight past Qiao Qianmo.
??
Qiao Qianmo quickly turned her head to look, and the next second, her face turned pale.
Xia, Xi, Yan!
When did she get here?!
Luoluo was dressed very formally today, in a navy blue little suit, a delicate little bowtie, with his soft and babyish hair lying flat. He lifted his adorable, sculpted little face and held up sothing in his hand like it was treasure, saying, "Flowers."
The little bun had a hereditary dual-personality. Ever since a long ti ago, when he fell into the water and was frightened, his second personality was triggered, making him consistently quiet and withdrawn.
He didn’t talk to anyone and rarely spoke.
At this mont, holding the flowers up to Xiyan, and softly calling out "flowers" in his childlike voice, he was simply unbearably cute.
Xiyan’s heart lted completely. She squatted down and smiled as she spoke, "Are these flowers from you, Luoluo?"
Ou Xiaoluo nodded repeatedly.
Awww, too adorable.
"Thank you, Luoluo. Big sister loves them so much!" Xiyan hugged Ou Xiaoluo around the neck and affectionately rubbed his little face.
Luoluo pursed his lips and let Xiyan rub him, and the corners of his mouth seed to curve up slightly.
Qiao Qianmo, standing completely ignored on the side, gritted her teeth secretly, livid.
She had just co off the stage, she was the one who had just perford.
If Ou Xiaoluo were going to give flowers, shouldn’t he be giving them to her?
What does it an for him to give them to Sumr?
Was this deliberately trying to embarrass her?
Perhaps noticing Qiao Qianmo’s embarrassnt, Mrs. Susan linked arms with her and glanced disapprovingly at Ou Xiaoluo’s mother. "Mrs. Ou, what is the aning of this?"
Mrs. Ou had originally been watching the interaction between Xiyan and Luoluo dotingly. Hearing this, she lifted her gaze and looked over.
Susan pointed at the flowers in Xiyan’s hand. "You brought your little son backstage to visit and only bought one bouquet, which you gave to soone who didn’t even perform—Xia Xiyan? Isn’t this a slap in my face?!"
Susan pointed directly at Xiyan as the dazzling shine of the cherished ring on her finger cast an invisible pressure.
Qiao Qianmo feigned sincerity while coaxing Susan, "Mrs. Susan, it’s just a bouquet of flowers; I really don’t mind..."
"It’s not about the flowers—it’s about respect!"
Why is it that Xia Zhiyun’s daughter should be elevated by the Ou Family with such high regard?
While her goddaughter is just left out in the cold?
And her goddaughter is clearly more talented than Xia Xiyan!
Xia Xiyan, the type who would be eliminated in the first round, dares to steal the flowers ant for her Momo?
Thinking this, Susan directly stepped forward, snatched the flowers from Xiyan’s hands, and forcibly stuffed them into Qiao Qianmo’s arms. "Here, take them."
Feeling her hands empty, Xiyan was sowhat infuriated.
Are these two people robbers?
She stood up and tried her best to suppress her anger. "Give the flowers back to ; they were from Luoluo to ."
Susan completely ignored Xiyan and instead turned to Mrs. Ou. "Mrs. Ou, I want your family to provide a bouquet of flowers. That’s not asking too much, is it?"
Mrs. Ou glanced at the ring on Susan’s finger but still leaned toward Xiyan. "Mrs. Susan, this bouquet was bought by Luoluo in advance. If it’s okay, could we return the flowers to Xiyan, and I’ll order another bouquet to be sent?"
Susan’s tone was firm. "No, I want this bouquet."
The little bun was slightly angered and stomped on Susan’s foot hard. "You’re bad!"
Hiss...
Susan glared at Ou Xiaoluo. "Do you know who I am?"
"You’re a bad person!"
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