Great!
Lian Xinying wanted to know, child, with this much possessiveness, who are you like?
Your dad isn't as overbearing as you!
Lian Xinying looked at her daughter's domineering little face, a bit worried she might be like this when she grows up.
If she's like this when she grows up, then as a girl, it's not very cute.
"Everything's yours." Lian Xinying casually retorted to her daughter.
As a result, Miaomiao responded, "Don't want it, it's stinky! Miaomiao wants sweet-sweet!"
"Your dad isn't sweet-sweet." Lian Xinying looked at the way she clung to Yan Ye's neck, like she was born from him.
"My dad is sweet! Super sweet!" Miaomiao said and then smelled Yan Ye's neck, showing a look of intoxication.
This kid has amazing acting skills, she could debut already.
"What about mom?" Lian Xinying was very curious about what she smelled like to her daughter.
