Work? That’s What People From The Lower Class Do

'How am I supposed to know how to comb a child's hair?'

As Luo Chenxin was figuring out what she should do next, the little dumpling pouted and turned her head away.

"Tang Tang doesn't want Bad Auntie to comb my hair, I don't want Bad Auntie to send me to kindergarten, I want Auntie to send me instead!"

As she spoke, she ran to Mu Weiwei's side, opened her chubby hands and hugged her thigh, who was overwhelmed by the favoritism.

"Tang Tang, do you want me to give you a ride?"

The little dumpling nodded and even kissed her on the cheek.

Mu Weiwei was so happy that she almost fainted!

Ever since her Sister-In-Law got married to her brother, she had been ignored by the little dumpling every time. 'It's been a long time since I've received such treatment.

'If I were able to snatch the little dumpling's attention from Sister-In-Law a few months ago, I would have been so proud.