The Lost Princess Running With A Ball

"Dad, am I beautiful?""Beauty!""Is that my mother's beauty or my beauty?""Your mother!" Someone answered without hesitation."Hmph, I'm so angry!" A delicate little bun muttered, "Dad, you don't love me anymore!""How could it be, of course love!" someone caressed their daughter's head and said."Then you obviously love your mother more!" said the little girl."Well, yes," someone answered readily.A certain little girl, although mentally clear, was so blatantly shocked that she wanted to run away from home. She turned her head and saw her brother, who deliberately stood aside. Her clever little brain twirled and she asked with a smile, "Brother, do you think I am beautiful or my mother is beautiful?"The exquisite boy who was carved in the same mold as someone glanced at his sister, and everything remained silent."I'm so angry, I can't stay at this house anymore. Let's pack up and get out of here," muttered Little Tuanzi silently as he left the house...