The next morning when I woke up, it was already daylight.
During breakfast, Guoguo suddenly said, "Daddy, you are a bad person."
That sentence stunned both of them.
Yang Fan smiled and asked her, "How am I bad?"
"Last night, you hit Mommy. I heard it. You hit her really hard, it was loud, smack smack, and those who hit Mommy are bad people."
Yang Fan almost spat out his food, Tang Zimo blushed, bowed her head and continued eating without saying anything.
"Guoguo, remember, I didn't hit your mom. We were playing a game."
"Game? What game?" Guoguo asked, her eyes wide.
"An adult game, you'll understand when you grow up."
Guoguo, half-believing, continued eating without asking further.
Yang Fan sighed in relief, glanced at Tang Zimo, whose face was as red as an apple. She rested her forehead on her hand, barely holding back her laughter.
After finishing breakfast, Tang Zimo cleaned up briefly, while Yang Fan called Leng Feng and Britney.
