Yang Meirong couldn't help but laugh. "Little Bean sure has her own ways…"
"Qin Mumu, can you please not use that nonsense to try to fool your father… He's still rather simple-minded and hasn't figured out your true essence… Do you really think it's a good idea to make up such an excuse, just so you can eat whatever you want to?" Huo Mian questioned her daughter.
"Oh no… Mommy figured it out… Haha… I'm just joking with Daddy. There's no way I'll give up my happiness so easily… Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep my young sexy figure."
Qin Chu was speechless.
He realized he was getting old because he often found himself unable to follow his daughters' fast-spinning logic. Sometimes, he didn't even know how to respond to them.
When everyone had almost finished dinner, Pudding came downstairs wearing a white cotton sleeping gown.
She had her long black hair tied up with a red Mickey mouse hairband. She looked very cute.
