"Isn't it just that I'm busy studying!" the little girl said in a childish voice, as she reached out her soft, white hand to touch his newly emerged beard. "Grandpa's beard is prickly."
"Is it?"
Gu Zhihan looked down with a smile, gazing at the little one in his arms.
Back then, Chongchong was this tiny too, and loved to lay in his arms, reaching out to play with his beard.
Yet in a blink of an eye, even his daughter's daughter was this big.
"Yes!"
Li Mumu nodded earnestly and affirmatively.
"Alright, Mumu says it is, so it is." Gu Zhihan fondly patted her head.
Not far away, Bei Mo was watching this scene, and for some reason felt a bit uneasy inside, somewhat displeased that she was in another man's embrace.
Even though this man was her grandfather!
During dinner, the servants prepared a table full of sumptuous Chinese dishes.
Li Mumu's appetite was huge, and she ate without any semblance of decorum.
Bei Mo couldn't help but rub his forehead.
