Little Youyou bounced into the room and quickly jumped onto Lu Wanwan's bed, hugging her tightly.
"Have you had breakfast?" she sat up, ruffled her messy hair, and yawned.
Only then did Little Youyou let go, kneeling in front of her, shaking her head vigorously, "Nope, daddy said we can have breakfast once you come downstairs! Mommy, did you sleep well?"
"Uh... it was okay."
"Does 'okay' mean you slept well, or not well?" her daughter asked with a face full of curiosity.
Lu Wanwan suddenly narrowed her eyes, staring at her daughter's innocent face, "Who told you to ask this question?"
"I wanted to ask it myself," Little Youyou said innocently.
"Asking the same question twice, there must be something fishy. Come clean, was it your beastly daddy who told you to ask?" Lu Wanwan said with her face turning red.
Little Youyou pouted, "Mommy, no, it wasn't."
"Then why ask this question?"
Outside the door, a tall and upright figure lazily walked in.
