Little Honey Pot wriggled in Mom's arms, turned around with a little grin, and looked back.
Not far away, Yu Siqiao was holding a small jar with one hand, as if he was holding a ball of meat, effortlessly.
The Big Can was hanging in mid-air, surprisingly happy, and when he saw Mom, he shouted happily: "Yiya, yiya!"
Mo Shu was startled, looking at his hand, and said: "What are you doing, don't let your hand slip!"
Yu Siqiao smiled and said: "Don't worry, look how happy he is."
Then, he lifted him up and tossed him up and down a few times.
Mo Shu's heart almost jumped to her throat, and she shouted: "Be careful!"
But the Big Can, wanting to express his happiness, laughed sharply and thinly, extremely happy.
The Little Can was envious watching this and struggled to join in the fun.
But the merciless Mom held her tightly, not loosening her grip at all, and said: "No, you can't."
