"Dad, Mom, does it look good?"
After putting on the crystal shoes bought by Mr. Qin, Qin Xi walked back and forth in the living room, showing off.
Mr. Qin chuckled. "Yes, my daughter looks good in anything. You are as good-looking as your mother."
The corners of Qin Xi's mouth twitched. "Dad, if you want to praise me, just praise me. Why do you have to mention Mom every time? I know you two are loving. Can you consider my feelings?"
Mrs. Qin glared at her. "How can you say that? How rude."
Qin Xi stuck out her tongue and muttered, "I'm just stating the fact. Father talks about you all the time. It makes me feel like I'm an extra."
"Don't be so cheeky."
Mrs. Qin blushed and tapped Qin Xi's forehead with her fingertip. "Alright, wash your hands and eat. I made your favorite braised pork today."
"Yay! I can't wait."
Qin Xi kissed Mrs. Qin on the cheek and ran to the bedroom with a smile to change into a pair of slippers.