"Eh?" Gu Xiaoer's big eyes suddenly lit up as she twirled around the man, "Da Luoluo, are you going to arrange a job for me? That's great, that's great, I'll accept any job!"
Han Luoli looked at the overly excited little girl and was quite speechless. The only person eager to start working every day might be his silly Baby.
A playful glint appeared in the depths of the man's eyes as he caught the lively girl and kissed her on the forehead.
"The task is... take good care of yourself."
"Huh?" Gu Xiaoer's face instantly fell, and she pouted angrily, "Da Luoluo, you're tricking me! Hmph, I'll hit you with my little pink fists!"
The angry little pink fists pummeled the man's chest several times with a "thud thud" sound.
Han Luoli's chest ached. Baby... are those little pink fists? More like Little Iron Fist!
