For a moment, Yan Ye was dumbfounded.
As he sat up holding his daughter, he saw the drool on his chest and the messy scribbles she left there.
Yan Ye frowned, worried that the scribbles would be hard to clean off.
Soon, he noticed a wet stain.
If he didn't have a little one hanging onto him, Yan Ye would think he wet the bed himself...
"Yingying." She wet her pants.
Yan Ye handed his daughter to Lian Xinying, then strode off to the bedroom to take a shower and change clothes.
When Yan Ye reached the bathroom and saw the colors his daughter had smeared all over him, he felt very conflicted.
What a little mischief-maker.
Lian Xinying placed her daughter on another sofa,
The servant brought over a basin of warm water, and Lian Xinying used a towel to wipe her down.
Before long, Miaomiao woke up.
After waking, she saw her mother wiping the red off her fingernails and opened her mouth, ready to bawl.
