"No way, you're even getting jealous of your own child!"
"Well, imagine if Xiang Bao Bei and I were this close, how would you feel about it?" Xiang Yimo said, pulling up a chair to sit across from Zhong Lingling.
In late autumn, leaves were swirling everywhere, and there was a chill in the air, but luckily the afternoon sun bathed the balcony, enveloping the family of three in warmth.
In the sunlight, the three of them looked like works of art carved by a master sculptor, making the entire scene incredibly beautiful!
Zhong Lingling seriously considered Xiang Yimo's absurd question. "Nothing would be wrong! Because she's your daughter too! It's natural for you to be close!"
"But daughters are a dad's little lover!" Xiang Yimo added with an arch of his brow.
"Even if that's the case, I wouldn't get jealous!" Zhong Lingling continued to gaze at Xiang Bao Bei with overflowing affection, wishing she could love her to her heart's content.
