Jiaojiao thought for a moment, then excitedly followed along.
After knocking on the door, she twisted the handle and walked in. Shu Wen was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.
Jiaojiao climbed up and laid down beside her, mimicking her posture.
Putting on a little serious look as if ready for a heart-to-heart: "Auntie, do you still like Uncle Jiang Bin?"
"Little Jiaojiao, how old are you, already talking about liking or not liking? Don't you feel embarrassed?" Shu Wen turned toward her after hearing this, pinching her small cheek.
Jiaojiao made a muffled sound but didn't brush away her hand, letting her continue to pinch while she kept asking, "Auntie, are you worried about Uncle Jiang Bin's two sisters?"
This time Shu Wen genuinely laughed, pulling her in close and tapping her tiny nose: "Well then, Jiaojiao, first tell Auntie—do you have someone you like?"