A woman in her twenties ran anxiously toward this direction, and when she saw the little girl Li Beijue was holding in his arms, her entire being relaxed, extending her hand towards the little girl, "Nuonuo, you scared me to death."
Nuonuo?
The little girl in his arms seemed to recognize the woman, reaching out towards her with unclear enunciation, shouting, "Cat... cat..."
The woman, probably relieved, tapped the little girl's nose and corrected her with a smile, "Not cat, it's 'mom', Nuonuo got the pronunciation wrong again. Come on, follow me and say it once more, 'mom'."
"Cat."
"Mom."
The little girl's rolling eyes appeared to ponder how to position her tongue properly. She puffed her small face, which turned a bit red, and finally, within the woman's expectant gaze, she called out clearly, "Mom."