Xiaolei had no illusions that the little brat would be affectionate toward her.
She had mentally prepared herself and wasn't the least bit angry. Instead, she nonchalantly played with a latest-model remote control car right under Zaizai's watchful eyes:
"Zaizai, Aunt heard that this is your favorite model. Look, this is the latest from America, just released. Even your daddy probably hasn't had the chance to buy it for you yet."
Zaizai did not even blink, as if he were a country bumpkin seeing the big city for the first time. Did she really think a toy would buy him off?
With a tilt of his little head and a disdainful snort, he was the epitome of haughtiness.
Xiaolei was deflated but not discouraged. She boldly placed the remote control car on the spacious hospital bed and then deliberately picked up the remote, trying to entice Little Baozi: "Look, Zaizai, it's a brand-new model, a replica Ferrari, no less. Come on, play with Aunt—Is that okay?"
