As Spiritual Power was infused, the Ancient Tea Tree gradually regained some luster.
After putting the Ancient Tea Tree into the Storage Bag, Zhou Qing tidied his robe and pushed open the door.
"Daddy—" Little Yaoyao, upon seeing him, immediately broke free from Yu Yan's embrace and happily rushed over.
Zhou Qing lifted her high up with a smile, but before he could speak, the little girl chimed in first: "Daddy, Aunt Yan says this is her hometown. She knows many delicious and fun places. I want to play with Aunt Yan!"
Looking at his daughter, who clearly harbored expectation yet pretended to be sensible, Zhou Qing felt a twinge in his heart, softly saying, "Okay, but don't overeat, be careful not to turn into a chubby girl."
"Oh—" Little Yaoyao instantly puffed up her cheeks, her small face crumpling as she squirmed in Zhou Qing's arms.
"Daddy's bad! Yaoyao will never become a chubby girl! Yaoyao wants to be the prettiest little fairy!"
