Ou Lan completely ignored Zhan Lingtao, that naughty child was crazy about her daughter.
She continued to nestle in the man's arms, coyly eating one dried plum after another, not knowing how many she had eaten already.
Just as she was about to pop another dried plum into her mouth, Zhan Lingtao snatched the bag of dried plums from her hand, "Ou Xiaolan, stop eating dried plums, people say 'sour for boys, spicy for girls,' why don't you eat something spicy instead?"
Ou Lan rolled her eyes, damn it, she just wanted something sour!
She glared at the naughty child and looked pitifully at Zhan Moxiao, "Husband, I want to eat dried plums."
Zhan Moxiao, feeling sorry for his wife, slapped the back of the boy's head and snatched the bag of dried plums back for his little wife, "Keep bullying my wife, and I'll send you back to live with grandmother."
Zhan Lingtao pouted, feeling extremely wronged.
Ou Lan, on the other hand, happily continued eating dried plums.
