"Silly girl, why are you jealous of your brother? He's only two months old. Think about it, how many times older than him are you?"
"Hmph!" Sanqi turned her head away, ignoring the comment.
Oh, she was really irritated now.
Kids are somewhat selfish by nature. She was the only child in the family and everyone doted on her, loved her, and then suddenly there was another one vying for her spot. Even the clever and lovely Sanqi found it difficult to accept this change abruptly.
Lian Qiao could understand the sense of loss her daughter was feeling.
Agreeing with her husband's words, she also sat down next to her daughter, pinched her rosy cheeks, and playfully teased her pouting lips, "Dad is making so much sense, Sanqi. Everyone says that a daughter is her mother's little intimate cotton-padded jacket, but who said a son isn't one too?"
Not convinced, Sanqi snorted through her nose and pursed her lips, ready with at least a bushel of counterarguments.