" but su ... " the little dumpling glanced at mu yichen in confusion. she bit her finger and said, " " papa, uncle fu isn't a stranger. he's been to our house a few times. my mama likes uncle fu a lot too. isn't that right, mama? "
the little dumpling was afraid that her father would not believe her words. she puffed up her little chest on purpose and turned around to seek support from luo chenxi who was behind her.
although she was young, she knew that at home, her mother's words held the most weight, and even her father had to listen to her.
contrary to the little dumpling's expectations, luo chenxi did not help her to scold her father as she usually did. on the contrary, she had a guilty expression on her face and coughed loudly twice.
" tang tang, i don't hate uncle fu, but i like your father more ... "
only the heavens knew that mu yichen had always been jealous when he saw the little dumpling kissing fu linchen in the past.