Intentionally hitting him was also a way to ease his sadness.
An Ziqi cooperated with him, smiled sweetly, got up, and gave him a big hug.
"Here's a love hug for you."
Xiao Chen laughed, "Only a hug, didn't feel the love."
An Ziqi tugged at his hair, "Getting a hug from me is good enough, you still dare to disdain me."
"Wouldn't dare, Little An'an, you're becoming more like a tigress." Xiao Chen looked at her with a smile.
Xiao Moli gave up glaring, his face turned as black as a pot bottom.
An Ziqi waved at Xiao Qian'ai, "Xiao Ai, hit him."
Xiao Chen accepted the little one's fist pounding and spoke with boundless sarcasm, "Your daughter will be led astray by you."
"I'm willing."
...
An Ziqi and Xiao Chen bickered for a while.
The little one started to feel sleepy, and An Ziqi coaxed her to sleep.
Xiao Moli glanced at Xiao Chen, then walked outside.
