"She's only four years old, are you seriously jealous of such a little kid?" Su Hongxing repeated her old refrain.
Ye Qilan was exceptionally jealous by nature, a trait set in stone. Be it a man or a woman, a child or an elder, he could always find something to feel jealous about. A rare talent, really.
"Do you think her behavior looks anything like a child's?" Ye Qilan held a mix of love and frustration toward Little Pudding.
When this kid was being cute and sweet, she was like a little angel. But when she wasn't, she'd compete with him for attention—just plain rebellious!
"Does Daddy think his behavior looks anything like a dad's?" Little Pudding mimicked his tone and fired back.
Ye Qilan felt a pang in his chest. "Honey, did you hear what this kid just said?"
Su Hongxing couldn't hold back her laughter and gently poked Little Pudding's round cheek. "What Little Pudding said seems kind of true though."
