"Ouch, my little ancestor."
"Ouch, why did Lele fall?"
Mrs. Lu and Little Aunt heard the child's crying, turned their heads, and saw the little girl lying on the steps at the entrance, crying her heart out.
The two hurriedly helped her up.
Mrs. Lu, holding her granddaughter, nearly died of heartache as she rocked the sobbing child.
"Lele, sweetie, did you hurt yourself somewhere? Why are you crying so hard?"
Little Aunt inspected her carefully and saw that the little girl's little palms were red and slightly scraped.
"No wonder she's crying so hard, her hands are scraped."
"Ouch, my dear granddaughter, it breaks my heart."
"Don't cry."
Pingping and Anan anxiously circled around their sister, their little faces all scrunched up with worry.
That afternoon, the little girl didn't run around with her brothers and was listlessly held by grandma and aunt in turns.
When Susu got home, she saw her sons happily running around, but was somewhat surprised not to see her daughter.
