"A five-hundred-year-old monster." Probably it was the childish words of their daughter that put Ding Jinshi in a good mood, so Ding Jinshi rarely took the initiative to tease Ding Long.
"Three-hundred-year-old Mrs. Ding, we're on the same page." Ding Long happily agreed, leaned down to give his daughter a kiss, and said, "A goodnight kiss. Once we say goodnight, you need to close your eyes and sleep soundly."
"Goodnight, Daddy. Goodnight, Mommy." As soon as the little girl heard goodnight, she calmed down, hugged her daddy and gave him a kiss, then hugged her mommy and gave her a kiss, too. She lay back down, looked at her daddy, then looked at her mommy, and said, "Daddy, Mommy, why don't you say goodnight?"
Ding Long knew that his daughter was his little angel.
He glanced at Ding Jinshi, and sure enough, Ding Jinshi glanced back at him.
"Goodnight, my Mrs. Ding." Ding Long's smile almost couldn't be contained as he got up to kiss Ding Jinshi on the face.
