Tan Jincheng gazed at Little Grape, lost in thought.
Little Grape looked very obedient, seemingly soft and cute, but in fact, she was quite stubborn. If she was genuinely unhappy, no amount of coaxing could stop her from crying.
Tan Jincheng liked to spoil his daughter, preferably spoiling her to the extreme. As long as he was there, she had the right to do as she pleased.
After all, who could deny her when she's the daughter of Tan Jincheng?
She never had to compromise or be overly cautious; whatever she wanted, she got.
A faint smile appeared on Tan Jincheng's lips.
Little Grape started yawning as soon as she finished her milk.
Tan Jincheng immediately adjusted her position, gently patting her back. The little girl leaned against his chest, closed her eyes, and began to sleep. Her eyelashes fluttered at first, but soon she was completely asleep.
He looked down at her.
