Yueyao blinked at her, caught between laughter and embarrassment. "Yueqin…" she began gently.
But her daughter only puffed up more, her round cheeks turning pink. "Mommy, you are squeezing me out. Daddy's lap is for me. You can sit on the chair next to him, or on the sofa. Big girls sit by themselves!"
Her small hands balled into fists as she turned her gaze up at her father, eyes glistening like glass beads. "Daddy… tell Mommy. Tell her she's stealing my spot."
Jin Shuren's lips twitched at the edges, the faintest crack in his cold composure. His hand continued its steady rhythm on Yueyao's back, but his eyes softened as they fell on his little girl.
Yueyao narrowed her eyes at her daughter, her voice light with teasing. "Stealing? Hm. Last I checked, Yueqin, he's my husband. I was here first. Shouldn't Daddy's lap belong to me?"
