Little Xixi noticed Wen Qiyang was upset, so she pulled out a small pink handkerchief with a cat head from her pocket and obediently wiped his sleeve.
"Uncle, Xixi will wipe it for you. Wipe it and it won't be dirty anymore."
Children have innocent thoughts and speak their minds without filter.
But when it reached Guo Zhengting's ears, it made his face flush red and he looked a little awkward.
He pulled his hand back, rubbed it against his own clothes twice, forced an embarrassed laugh, and quickly shifted the topic: "Mr. Wen, I heard from the receptionist that you've been busy all day, so I didn't dare disturb you. I wonder if you're free now?"
Wen Qiyang held the cat-headed handkerchief in his hand, gently brushing it against Little Xixi's nose and replied nonchalantly, "Oh, I've been busy—busy helping our Little Xixi change Barbie's clothes and tell stories, isn't that right?"
