Ye Qilan couldn't be bothered with his nosy little daughter and directly carried Su Hongxing to the dining table.
Little Pudding, however, was relentless and followed up with, "Daddy, is Mommy unwell? Does she need to go to the hospital for an injection?"
Ye Qilan turned around and looked at Little Pudding, "Ye Xiaobu, you talk too much!"
Simply a troublesome child.
"Let me blow on it for Mommy," Little Pudding ran over to Su Hongxing and tried to please her.
Ye Qilan's face darkened, but everyone else burst into laughter.
As domineering as Ye Qilan was, someone still got the better of him, and Ye Xiaobu was one of the best at it.
"Mommy's foot doesn't hurt," Su Hongxing pulled Little Pudding over and replied softly.
"Then why is Daddy carrying Mommy?" Little Pudding still couldn't understand.
Su Hongxing didn't know how to answer, but Little Pudding's eyes lit up, "I know, it's because Mommy is being cute to Daddy, that's why Daddy's carrying Mommy!"
