During this time, Mother Xia had been observing Rong Zi Chen.
"Really?" Father Xia raised his eyes. Their only daughter, his precious jewel, even if the Xia family could not compare to the Rong family, he would not allow Xia Moer to be slighted in the slightest.
"You don't need to worry so much. Just wait until Moer is married; then we can look forward to having grandchildren."
With these words from Mother Xia, Father Xia also broke into a cheerful laugh.
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The garden.
"Zi Chen, do you think these flowers are beautiful?" Xia Moer asked, looking at the blooming flowers.
"Beautiful."
"Then do you think they are prettier, or am I?"
Rong Zi Chen's mouth twitched: "Both are pretty."
"Hmph." Xia Moer stomped her feet, "Shouldn't you say I look prettier?"
"Your beauty is everlasting; their beauty is transient."
Looking at Xia Moer, Rong Zi Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed across his gaze.