Jian Ran and Gu Mochen held Tang Bao as they settled into the car.
Tang Bao couldn't help but praise, "Mommy... you were so cool just now, you really gave that auntie who didn't bathe a good scolding."
"Mmm, Mommy, you're my idol..."
Hearing the little lolita speak like this, Jian Ran still couldn't help but retort, "Really? Then between me and Boy, who do you like more?"
"This..."
Tang Bao was in a dilemma.
Jian Ran: "..."
The love of a little lolita, really can't withstand the slightest test.
Jian Ran couldn't help but burst into a wry smile, helplessly curling her lips upward and reaching out to tousle the little lolita's hair, whispering softly, "Alright... mmm, Tang Baobao, mommy has something to tell you."
"Mmm."
"That is, we shouldn't casually comment about whether an auntie has bathed or not; it's impolite, understood?"
What should be taught must still be taught.
Each matter on its own merits.