Xiao Moli's face was covered with bite marks, leaving him both amused and helpless—did his daughter really treat his face like a drumstick?
Yet, this little darling was untouchable, untouchable, so he could only look to An Ziqi for help.
An Ziqi stood with her arms crossed, gloating for a while before finally stepping forward benevolently, scooping up Xiao Qian'ai, rescuing Xiao Moli.
"Let's go."
Xiao Moli kissed the little one's face, then pulled An Ziqi over for a kiss.
Xiao Qian'ai raised her little hand and forcibly pushed his head away, angrily glaring at Xiao Moli.
She then extended her little hand to rub the spot on her face that had been kissed, and then rubbed An Ziqi's face.
As if she disdained Xiao Moli for being too dirty.
Xiao Moli's lips twitched, deliberately teasing her, grabbing her little hand and leaning over to catch An Ziqi in a kiss near her lips.
The little one got so anxious, staring with wide eyes, "Ah."
Then she smiled and turned to get in the car.
