Ye Qilan followed closely behind Su Hongxing, lodging a complaint, "Amou, I didn't sleep well last night because you were only paying attention to the little one."
He thought about Su Hongxing all night, his body aching.
"Look, Daddy's trying to steal Mommy again," Little Pudding commented with an expression that saw right through Ye Qilan's nefarious intentions.
"Your mom has always been mine," Ye Qilan corrected Little Pudding's slip of the tongue.
This child, why does she have such a strong sense of possession? It makes one want to give the little devil a good thrashing.
"No, Mommy belongs to Ye Xiaobu!" Little Pudding shouted righteously.
Seeing that a fight was about to break out between father and daughter, Su Hongxing interjected, "Ye Qilan, Ye Xiaobu, both of you shut up! If you two argue again, neither of you is to appear in front of me today!"
Ye Qilan and Little Pudding exchanged glances, and, in tacit agreement, both stayed silent.
