"Qin Laoer, are you trying to die? That's my spoon."
Qin Xiang looked at Lin Ruochun in shock. Hearing her call him by that nickname almost choked on the pudding in his mouth.
"Ah Chun, why are you following Wen Qiao and calling me that, too? You can't learn bad habits."
"What do you mean? You think she learned bad habits from me."
"Otherwise, she never used to call me that before."
"....."
Standing at the doorway, Fu Jinghen frowned as he watched the chaos inside the house. He now felt like he was raising not just one daughter, Wen Qiao.
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Wen Qiao still had filming in the afternoon, so after finishing her pudding, she got ready to head to the set with Lin Ruochun.
Fu Jinghen originally planned to stay the night and leave the next day, but in the afternoon, Feng Li called and said there was an urgent document that needed his signature. He had no choice but to change his flight and return to Jiang City that afternoon. Qin Xiang, on the other hand, stayed another night.
