Beibei scratched her head!
"Auntie!"
"Terrific. Next question: what relation is Qin Xianglian to you?"
"Mom!"
"There, have a Wangzai. Go play."
"Mm-hmm."
Beibei was over the moon. There really were Wangzai drinks; wouldn't it be great to answer a few more?
"Auntie, ask a few more."
An Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, marveling at how clever this child was: "Another day."
After Beibei came over, Long Yanran hurriedly asked, "Beibei, quickly tell your younger sister all the answers!"
Beibei sipped her Wangzai and said in a milky voice, "Auntie, Mom!"
"That simple?"
Long Yanran's lips twitched. This was no different from just handing the drinks to them on a silver platter, right? Still, thankfully, as long as it wasn't difficult, she didn't need to worry!
Right now, she had neither the time nor the mind to dwell on it. After briefing Little Irene and the little one, she had the little one go first!
"Mommy, ask away!" The little one came before An Qing, raising her hands with a look of absolute confidence.
"First question: who am I to you?"
The little one froze. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond. She scratched her head on the spot, looking foolish and at a loss for how to answer!
Was this even a question? She was Mom, of course, but then she remembered the answer.
An Qing: "..."
This question?
It could hardly be considered a question at all!
Her older sister had told her to answer "Auntie" for the first question!
Auntie Long had also told her that she would get it right just by answering that way, without needing to overthink it.
"Auntie!"
"Give me my Wangzai!"
Hearing this, An Qing's complexion could well be imagined—darker than a carpenter's ink marker.
Thump!
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