Qiao Jing saw Pingping's nervous appearance and couldn't help but find it a bit amusing, so she spoke up to remind him.
"Pingping, there's no need to be so tense, the horse is very low, it's safe."
Pingping was stunned for a moment, looked down, and indeed the horse was very low and firmly made underneath its bottom.
He had been too nervous just now to notice...
Pingping somewhat embarrassedly smiled at Qiao Jing and scratched his head.
Once Pingping was no longer worried about falling off, his face also revealed a smile similar to Anan's.
He carefully touched the wooden horse's body, his big eyes filled with affection.
When Qiao Jing saw the honest and innocent smile on Pingping's face, a feeling of compassion inevitably arose in her heart.
In her view, Pingping had no faults, and if there were any, it was that he was too sensible.
She didn't wish for Pingping to be so sensible; she wanted him to be like other kids, or like Anan would be good.