it was hard to imagine that mu yichen had brought tang tang around like this in the past.
tang tang was so delicate. why didn't she scratch her father's face?
meanwhile, the little dumpling raised her phone and ran toward mu yichen's direction.
"stinky daddi, mommy wants to talk to you! hmph!"
the little dumpling threw the phone into his arms and did not stop for even a second. she raised her little chin, turned around, and ran away proudly.
"tang tang, you ...!"
mu yichen was triggered by the little dumpling's disdainful gaze. he wanted to catch her back and educate her properly so that she would know that the stinky rascals outside were all little piglets with ill intentions and that her father was the man who treated her the best!
however, before he could even touch a strand of the little furball's hair, it had already run away.
little grayley, who was behind him, laughed. it sounded like he was mocking him ...