He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

The little mosquito slowly raised its head, calmly put down the picture book in its hand, waved its hand lightly, and spoke in a frank tone, showing no remorse for doing anything wrong.

"Mom, all the money is gone, there's no point in pursuing it anymore."

He reasoned clearly and earnestly, explaining to her, "Last time we made some money, we specially bought a big roast duck. You ate it with great relish and even praised how delicious the roast duck was, don't you remember?"

Sang Jiuning choked instantly.

Good heavens! So she herself took the dirty money her own child made by cheating their classmates?

Before she could react, Little Lemon, who had run far away, came running back, came close to her, showed her a set of white teeth, smiled sweetly, and coaxed her with sweet words.

"Mom, look! After eating the roast duck we bought with our hard-earned money, you used to be out of breath after chasing me for just two laps, but you chased me for several laps just now without even breaking a sweat! Does that mean you've gotten healthier and smarter?"

Sang Jiuning looked at the two clever little devils in front of her, who were working together in perfect harmony and with sound reasoning. One was sweet-talking and good at deceiving, while the other was calm and reliable. Their cooperation was seamless.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he burst out laughing, exasperated by the two lovable clowns.

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Five-year-old Lemon squatted on the cement ground of the small courtyard, her small body curled up in a ball, her two little hands covered in wet yellow mud, earnestly sculpting a clay figure, her fingertips constantly fiddling with the soil, having a great time.

Grandma Wen moved a small bamboo rattan stool to the side and sat down, slowly fanning herself with a palm leaf fan. Every now and then, she would glance at the closed bedroom window on the second floor and then look up at the bright sun overhead.

The sun was high in the sky, almost noon, but the grandson and granddaughter-in-law still hadn't gotten up.

Grandma Wen couldn't help but click her tongue twice, her eyes brimming with laughter. She thought to herself, "Tsk tsk, these two kids can really sleep."

She smiled and shook her head, her eyes full of satisfaction: "It's just like the old man and I were when we were young. We had a good relationship and loved to be together all the time."

Little Lemon, who was squatting on the ground playing with mud, suddenly stopped. Her kneading motion abruptly halted. She blinked her big, round eyes, tilted her head, and turned to ask in a childish voice, "Grandma, what did you just say?"

The little one only vaguely understood what the baby was saying, but was full of curiosity.

Grandma Wen was amused by the little one's cute appearance. She put away her palm-leaf fan and gently explained, "It's nothing. Grandma just meant that your parents have been married for so many years, but they're still like newlyweds, always sticking together and being very affectionate."

Grandpa Wen, who was sitting with his eyes closed, immediately chimed in, not wanting to be outdone, with a hint of pride and boastfulness in his tone: "Of course! The ways of getting along as a couple are all things I learned from myself."

As the old man spoke, he turned his head and exchanged a glance with Grandma Wen. The two of them smiled at each other.

The smile faded slightly, but a small thought quietly lingered in her heart.

Both of them were secretly wondering: I wonder if we can hope to have a fourth child in the future, so that our family can be more lively.

The courtyard was bustling with warmth and activity, and no one noticed that a small gray shadow had quietly slipped over from the neighboring villa.

It's Tang Tongtong's pet chinchilla.

The little guy couldn't stand the loneliness and was also thinking about all the snacks in the villa. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he sneaked over to freeload and get some treats.

It had just slipped into the yard along the corner of the wall and hadn't even had a chance to peek out for snacks when Little Lemon, who was squatting on the ground, spotted the furry little thing at a glance.

Little Lemon's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, she stretched out her two little hands covered in yellow mud and accurately grabbed the soft hair on the back of 438's neck.

438 froze instantly upon being grabbed, its fluffy, clean fur now covered in yellow mud stains.

【Ugh! Dirty! So dirty!】

[My fur! My clean fur! This mouse is completely unclean!]

The system in 438 was roaring internally, on the verge of collapse, its whole body resisting, its small body twisting desperately, but it could not break free from Little Lemon's little hands.

Little Lemon pinched the soft fur on the back of its neck, blinking its big, bewildered eyes.

She looked around and saw that her great-grandmother and great-grandfather were sitting quietly without saying a word. Apart from the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, there was no human voice in the courtyard.

That's strange, I clearly heard someone shouting in my ear just now.

Little Lemon turned her gaze back to the tiny Totoro in her hand, her round face scrunched up, and she leaned closer, whispering, "Ugly thing, was that you who was talking just now?"

438 stopped struggling instantly, the entire mouse froze, and the system data even froze for a few seconds.

Having lived for so long, this was only the second time it had encountered a human who could understand its system's thoughts, even though he was just a little kid!

It was both surprised and delighted, and quickly spoke in its system voice: [Little Lemon! You can actually understand me?!]

The sound rang clearly in her ears, and Little Lemon was completely certain.

She found it incredibly novel. In all her life, she had seen kittens, puppies, birds, and fish, but she had never seen a talking Totoro.

But the little guy wasn't scared at all; instead, he found it a bit of a hassle, and his good mood for playing in the mud was almost ruined.

With a flick of her wrist, she picked up 438 and walked to the plastic basin filled with water, tossing it gently to the side.

With a "plop," 438 fell directly into the basin of water, splashing up small water droplets.

Little Lemon instructed in her childish voice, "Wash yourself clean, don't bother me while I play in the mud."

After saying that, she completely ignored the Totoro splashing in the water, turned around and squatted back down, continuing to concentrate on sculpting her clay figurines, playing with great seriousness.

438, with its short legs thrashing about in the basin, finally managed to steady itself. It was so excited that it wasn't angry at all.

It was frantically calculating in its mind: I've made a fortune! I've really made a huge fortune!

It had long seen that this little girl was born with great fortune and had an excellent destiny. If it could stay by her side and bind herself to her as a new host, it would definitely have many benefits and be full of blessings in the future!

No, it absolutely cannot let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by!

After lunch, the sun gradually warmed up and became gentle.

The whole family was relaxing in the living room. Little Lemon was comfortably nestled in the soft sofa, her short legs crossed, holding a big bag of puffed snacks in her arms. She was crunching away while her eyes were glued to the TV playing "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf".

She secretly rejoiced that her parents loved her and never enrolled her in any random tutoring classes, so she didn't have to memorize and do exercises every day. She could just eat, drink, and have fun.

Unlike my older brother, who has such a hard life at such a young age. He's already tired enough from school, and he can't even rest on Saturdays and Sundays. He has to rush to various jobs. Just thinking about it makes me tired.

While Little Lemon was comfortably watching TV, 438 had already climbed out of its water basin and lay on the stone in the yard sunbathing for most of the day. Its fur was completely dried and returned to its fluffy and soft state.

Without wasting a moment, it trotted along with its short, thin legs, laboriously climbing up the high sofa and slowly moving to Little Lemon's side.

438 tilted its little head, cautiously looking at the contented little girl, and tentatively began to negotiate: "Little Lemon, can we make a deal? How about you bind with me? If you bind with me, I'll give you a huge pile of delicious snacks you can't finish!"