"What about me, what about me?"
Little Qian'er listened for a long while. He only mentioned Miss, so she couldn't help but shake his arm.
She habitually pouted, feeling a bit jealous: "Both Miss and I are wearing the same thing, just in different colors. I even let you secretly touch it just now... what about me?"
"Ahem." Zhao Rong gently stroked the abnormal-minded second wife in his arms, organized his words, nodded and said:
"Of course, you're great too. I've always been very reassured about my little Qian'er's development. It's like the spring flowers and autumn fruits of Qing Jun, each has its own beauty. Honestly, if we were to compare closely, it might be just slightly behind Qing Jun. But like this pure white lotus embroidered on your bellyband, it's still budding, ready to bloom fiercely. There's a lot of room for future development!"
