From the start, Little Baobao just didn't have a suitable playmate.
Okay, I know I've got the titles of Ultimate Dad, Mobile Fatherly Love Launcher, Walking Loli Summoning Machine, and so on and so forth (courtesy of Evil Priest Fake Lolita and the Tsundere Poison-tongued Great Prophet), and I've indeed collected a basketful of lolis, with more than one having daughter attributes. But you gotta understand, there really aren't many who can play carefree with Little Baobao.
The manipulative ones are manipulative, the mischievous are troublemakers, even Mercury Lamp, who's the most dad-controlled character, is psychologically mature almost to the point of being demonic. Among such bossy sisters, the simplicity of real little girl Little Baobao is more than overwhelming—although it's all in good fun, she ends up crying and running to Dad or Moms one, two, and three all too often.
