"If you marry my daddy, that definitely won't happen. You can be assured of that."
Assured? Hearing this, Tao Siran was so angry he almost jumped off the bed, but he held it in. What does a little kid know?
Tao Siran's face sank, his gaze cold and indifferent, like millennium-old black ice, emanating a chill.
Little Chenmo wasn't afraid of him. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you acting so cold? It's not summer, we don't need the air conditioning. Quickly put away your cold demeanor. I just got over a cold, and if I get sick again, Mom will worry!"
Tao Siran was inexplicably amused by this little adult's demeanor.
He thought for a moment and said, "Matters between adults are something kids don't understand."
"Oh—" Little Chenmo obediently turned around, as if to say, if I don't understand it, then there's no need to discuss it.
Tao Siran quickly said, "I haven't finished speaking yet."
