"Daddy, Bing'er is not sleepy."
Bing'er immediately looked aggrieved, her pale pink lips pouting.
Her clear, tender eyes seemed veiled in a layer of mist, as if tears were about to fall.
"Alright, alright, not sleepy, not sleepy."
Lu Changsheng, who always had a softer spot for gentleness than sternness, couldn't help but feel tender-hearted at the pitiful sight of Bing'er.
Subsequently, he tried to hand Bing'er over to Lu Miaoyun, Qu Zhenzhen.
But at that moment, Bing'er simply did not want to leave him.
Faced with this situation, Lu Changsheng was somewhat at a loss.
It felt as if, by picking up Bing'er, it was like a couple having a child, needing to be cautious.
"Or should I just resolve to be utterly heartless?"
Lu Changsheng gazed at Bing'er's delicate features, evil thoughts momentarily arising in his heart.
Although he wasn't sure about Bing'er's condition.
He knew that the Bing'er before him was very extraordinary, exceedingly so.
