Little Pudding was puzzled when he heard Ye Qilan's words: "Daddy won't compete with me for Mommy?"
"I can't compete with you, little girl. Daddy is afraid of you and surrenders willingly." Ye Qilan took Little Pudding: "You've grown, you're heavy, don't always ask your mom to carry you."
"But I like it when Mommy carries me, she smells so nice." Little Pudding was constantly expressing his attachment to Su Hongxing.
"You're the one who knows how to sweet-talk." Ye Qilan considered himself no match for the little girl.
Su Hongxing walked behind them, with an unstoppable smile on her face.
She could tell that despite his cold exterior, he actually liked children. The way he looked at Little Pudding was especially gentle.
When Ye Qilan entered Su Hongxing's bedroom, he saw the sleeping Little Baozi. The little one was soft and pink, with pretty features, smiling even in his dream, adorable like an angel.
