"It means having no money." Qin Wenqian blinked at him, then looked at Xian Guiying. "Mommy, isn't that right?"
Xian Guiying smiled and patted her daughter's head. "There are many different meanings. You will find out about them when you are an adult. "
"Ugh …" Qin Wenqian pouted. "I'm already four years and four months old."
As she spoke, she raised her finger, "Mommy, this is three, this is four. Look, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven ~"
When the child counted to ten, Xian Guiying asked, "Spoiled girl, why don't you count to hundred and show daddy how brilliant you are."
Obviously, although the child was unwilling to call Qin Gengxin 'daddy', she still had a little bit of expectation. For example, the first time she would count to ten. However, without the encouragement and hug from her father, the child would be quiet.
