After a night of Cultivation, Jiang Chen opened his eyes at dawn.
The first thing he saw was a petite figure holding a broom, sweeping the floor.
The broom was taller than she was, and Jiang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Xixi, what are you doing?"
Jiang Chen asked.
Little Xixi stopped sweeping and said to Jiang Chen, "Daddy, I'm sweeping."
"Is it clean?"
Not wanting to discourage Xixi, Jiang Chen nodded. "Clean."
Little Xixi was delighted.
She went back to cleaning.
From then on, a three-year-old girl was always by Jiang Chen's side. This little girl was willing to do any chore and was incredibly sensible.
But she would only listen to Jiang Chen, and no one else.
Little Xixi's petite and adorable figure, like that of an Angel, could also be found inside Chenxi Pavilion.
Everyone at Chenxi Pavilion adored Little Xixi.
Jiang Chen watched her diligently working form, lost in thought.
Inside the shop, many of the customers also adored Little Xixi.
