"Grandpa and Grandma also smell nice!" Qin Sui'an said with her bright, clear eyes blinking. She was a well-behaved child, always responsive with her answers. "Their smell doesn't get stronger either~"
As Qin Fujia listened to his sister, it seemed he was beginning to grasp some patterns, but they were still unclear. In other words, the only time his scent had suddenly become stronger was last night, and today it had returned to normal. It didn't seem related to being busy, so what could it be related to?
Qin Fujia furrowed his brow slightly, still unable to figure it out.
Noticing that her big brother had suddenly become quiet, Qin Sui'an tilted her little face up and saw his serious expression. She asked softly, "Big brother, what's wrong?"
Even though she was just a three-and-a-half-year-old little one who might not be able to help much, she still cared about her family.