Lian Xinying was startled and quickly returned the teething ring to Miaomiao.
So it was a fake lollipop; she had thought it looked fake before!
Yan's father came out upon hearing the noise. The maid was coaxing Miaomiao, and Lian Xinying sat on the sofa, holding one of the Four Great Classical Novels that Yan's father had just been reading.
"Why is Miaomiao crying?" Yan's father asked the maid, his tone quite calm.
Lian Xinying's heart also gradually calmed down.
"Oh, she probably cried because Xiaocheng didn't push her, " the maid lied, and then Miaomiao directly pointed a tiny paw in Lian Xinying's direction.
The tear-stained little face seemed to say: It's that bad auntie who bit my teether! Made the baby cry!
Seeing the maid's flushed face, Yan's father understood that she had lied.
"Alright, Miaomiao, don't cry. We'll be having dinner soon." Yan's father did not blame Lian Xinying at all.
Not long after, Yan Ye came back.
Then it was dinnertime.
