"Huaijin?" Yuanfeng whispered from the front seat, looking at her in the rearview mirror.
"Yes, Papa?"
"You have a leaf in your hair."
"It's a 'Victory Leaf,' Daddy. Leave it there."
Yuanfeng smiled. "As you wish, my Little Dragon. As you wish."
My Little Dragon! My mini-physicist! Don't you even think of taking a share of her cuteness! I am the one who provided the genetic blueprint for those chubby cheeks! I am the one who endured the "Rattler's" exhaust to bring her here!
The picnic was winding down, the golden hour painting the park in shades of honey and amber. The "Main Character" Song Jue had retreated to his family's fancy tent to scrub muffin crumbs off his ego, leaving the Chi cousins in a state of blissful, mud-caked peace.
But while the children were resting, a new, much more silent war was being waged on the periphery of the picnic blanket.
