The three who had regained their own appearances walked on the street, preparing to take a ride on the loop train to give little white mouse a general feel of the area.
"Dou Dou, why are you shaking your head?"
Dou Dou, running and jumping ahead occasionally, shook his little head, looked back, and furrowed his small eyebrows in thought.
"Auntie, Dou Dou actually likes pigtails."
"I always want to sway them."
Nian Shutong didn't outright refuse but pondered for a moment and said, "Pigtails are something you can keep if you like them; it's up to you."
"Okay, then Dou Dou still wants to think about it."
While deep in thought, Dou Dou wasn't watching where he was walking, nor did Nian Shutong pay attention. At the rear, Fu Yunhe, who held the Little Pink Pig, was a bit too late.
"Sorry, Auntie."
"Hey, what are you doing? How do you watch a child? Can't you see where you're walking?"