Brother Chen Bao was actually a bit of a neat freak, but at this moment, listening to Ningning's soft, aggrieved whining, his heart also softened.
He gently patted her back to soothe, comforting her, "Okay, okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't have left you behind. Don't cry, if you keep crying, you'll hyperventilate, be good..."
"Hmph, hmph hmph, I'll cry! You meanie, stinker, I've decided to punish you, punish you... by making you write a three-thousand-word self-criticism!"
Brother Chen Bao's mouth twitched, "Three thousand words, can you even read them all?"
"I don't care..." Little Bud threw a tantrum, rolling on the ground, heart-wrenchingly crying, "If you don't write more, you'll never learn your lesson, wuu wuu..."
"Okay, okay, I'll write, I'll write, is that okay?" Brother Chen Bao took a soft cotton towel from beside the bed, carefully wiping the little girl's tears, "Look at you, crying like a little calico cat."