She really is his daughter!
Knows exactly when to help him.
The little one giggled as she reached into the bag and shoved a piece into Xiao Moli's mouth.
"Daddy, eat."
When An Ziqi came out of the kitchen, she saw Xiao Qian'ai sitting on a bag of instant noodles, holding another bag in her hand, eating happily.
It was one thing for her to be eating herself, but she was even trying to feed Xiao Moli, exuding that deep father-daughter bond.
An Ziqi's lips twitched, "Xiao Qian'ai! You little traitor!"
The little one stuck her tongue out, quickly shoved the instant noodles into Xiao Moli's hands.
Then she wiped the crumbs off her mouth, erased all evidence, scrambled up from the floor and went pitter-pattering over to An Ziqi's side.
Hugging her leg, she raised her smiling face and cheerfully called her "Mommy."
An Ziqi was torn between love and exasperation; looking at her daughter's bright, smiling face, she couldn't stay mad.
