"Xiaobao, come here." Xiao Qing waved to her.
"No, Xiaobao wants to play with handsome daddy. Mommy, you go cook, we are all hungry."
Xiao Qing: "..."
It's said that daughters are like intimate little cotton-padded jackets, and she believed that until today. Now, this little cotton-padded jacket isn't warming her heart, but rather hurting it.
She looked deeply at Xiaobao, then silently turned and walked into the kitchen.
In the living room, Xiaobao pulled Lu Jinyang to the sofa to sit down, then she climbed up on him, staring into his eyes, "Can you see with your eyes today too?"
"Yes, from now on, I can see."
Xiaobao grinned and giggled for a long while. Suddenly, she stood up, took Lu Jinyang's hand, and led him to her room, "Handsome daddy, I'm going to show you my room, I share it with my brother."
In the room, Dabao heard footsteps getting closer and repeatedly rolled his eyes displeasedly.
