Bobby looked at her clumsy way of using her hands and feet, and couldn't help but frown. His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Enna Clark's slightly pale face, and he immediately straightened his face and scolded, "Gigi, get down!"
"Brubby, the kitty's awake."
"Hurry down, do you want to take medicine again?" That last part was definitely a bare-faced threat.
The little girl, as mischievous as a monkey, pouted her lips, looking pitiful and dared not act up. Like a cat whose ear was pulled, she slid off the bed. Honestly, she walked over to the cool little boy.
"Giselle Lawrence, where are your shoes?"
"I... I can't put them on."
"Since you know you can't put them on, why did you take them off so happily earlier?"
The scolded little girl drooped her head, looking extremely pitiful.
The cool little boy wore a disdainful look, but his actions were gentle. "Go get your shoes!"
