Part 2The Tutor of Little Devils

This wasn't a big deal.

But Nanny Wang just looked at me with a half-smile, said nothing, and left.

I was completely confused.

Could only choose not to take Nanny Wang's words to heart.

Anyway, as long as I maintain a diligent image in front of others, it's fine.

I returned to the ward and fed my eldest miss.

She indeed had an unusual squeamishness.

Not only did she need me to feed her, but she also picked and chose:

"Oh, I don't eat onions."

"Why are there no chicken legs? They must have been eaten by Lucas."

"I'm going to beat him up when I get back."

I coaxed and persuaded her to eat:

"Then you can't be picky eaters."

"Balanced nutrition makes you strong enough to beat your brother."

Hearing this, she immediately stared at me with round eyes:

"Aren't you going to persuade me to yield to Lucas?"

I looked innocent:

"Why yield?"

She frowned:

"Everyone says so, because I'm the older sister."

Saying this, a look of indignation appeared on her face:

"Why?"

"Yeah, why?"

I guided her:

"You are a few years older than him, you will be a few years older than him for a lifetime."

"If you put it that way, don't you have to yield for a lifetime?"

Hearing this, she suddenly became interested, looking at me with shining eyes:

"Not bad, not bad, this miss appreciates you."

"From now on, you are on my side."

I found it funny listening, indeed a child.

I mastered the method to handle her.

Just hug her, tell her fairy tales, and agree with her.

This eldest miss is actually not that hard to serve.

After staying in the hospital for three days, the doctor issued a discharge notice after confirming she didn't have a concussion.

I took her back home. The family had an invisible malice towards her arrival.

Her mother frowned upon seeing her, hugged her little son, and turned away.

Other nannies whispered when they saw her.

Their eyes were filled with undisguised disgust and loathing.

Just as she was about to throw the toy in her hand at someone, I immediately held her hand.

Squatting down, I persuaded softly:

"Don't you like the little bunny very much?"

"Throwing the little bunny at people, the little bunny will hurt."

Hearing this, she quickly hugged the little bunny in her arms and kept stroking it.

I sighed secretly, both distressed for her and worried that she would cause trouble and implicate me.

Heard that every time she caused trouble, a nanny was fired.

I led her back to her room.

Because she burned her room before, she now lived in a narrow utility room without even a window.

Not a bit of light, and a strange smell.

It is no exaggeration to say that my dorm is more than a little better than this.

Strangely, she didn't show any discomfort, but put her bunny toy on the bed.

Carefully covered the little bunny with a quilt.

I opened the suitcase and organized the room for her.

An uncomfortable voice came from above my head:

"This is mom's punishment for me burning the room."

"When she cools down, she will let me move back to my original room."

"It's not that she doesn't like me." I looked up at this little girl.

She tried hard to act indifferent and didn't look at me.

But the hand clutching the quilt was very forceful.

I pretended not to see her stubbornness and said casually:

"Yeah, yeah, it's good that you know your mistake."

"How dangerous it is to burn the room. If something happened to you, how would your mom face it?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw her breathe a long sigh of relief.

I think she also needs someone to affirm that her mother loves her, right?