Anyone could tattle, but Ye Ranxing was the one person who absolutely never would.
If a slightly more timid little girl had been forced to serve as someone's cat bed, she probably would have run to her mother with tears in her eyes to complain.
For example: "Mommy, Mommy, look at Big Sister! Why is she just sprawled in my arms and refusing to move?"
But Ye Ranxing only glowered. She didn't go tattle at all.
She didn't even deliberately make a racket to wake Yangyang.
Bad kitty.
Don't think she didn't know what Ye Daoyan was up to.
Wasn't she deliberately sleeping in her arms to see if she'd pull some trick and wake her?
Then she'd be able to go tattle to Mother.
Ye Ranxing gave a soft snort, her eyes and brows full of knowing understanding. She saw right through everything.
A little scheme like that wouldn't catch her.
Of course, it wasn't because she'd become well-behaved.
She simply didn't want to be played by that bad kitty.
Ye Ranxing straightened her back and cradled a pretty little cat in both hands, as though she were doing something most sacred. With her chin held high and chest puffed out, she looked impossibly cute.
She wouldn't tattle to anyone.
But that didn't stop me from keeping an eye on my daughters.
I had a general idea of where each of them was and what she was doing.
"Yangyang?" I turned my gaze and called softly.
How had she ended up on Ranxing?
Ye Zhaoxuan climbed down from the swing. The most elegant little angel, she even walked with the air of a proper young lady. She spoke unhurriedly, in no rush at all. "Mother, Little Sister's busy right now. We shouldn't disturb her."
Ye Ranxing had the ears