Little Yaya fluttered her wings, flying toward Lanling. She threw herself into his arms, hugged his neck, and playfully complained, "Daddy, Zhi Yu secretly kissed me. You should go hit him."
Lanling was speechless. It seemed Zhi Yu really wanted to pursue his flirtatious nature to the end.
"Next time he secretly kisses you, just go and hit him. Can you beat him?" Lanling laughed.
"Humph, he's no match for me!" Little Yaya waved her small fists and said, "If I wasn't afraid he'd cry, I would have been ruthless long ago."
Lanling looked at Zhi Yu and said, "Kid, what are you going to do when Yaya hits you?"
"Play dead...," Zhi Yu shouted loudly.
Upon hearing this, Zhi Ning trembled with anger once again, wishing she could drag him inside to give him another beating. This brazen attitude was nothing like her at all; she, Zhi Ning, was always proud with a strong sense of dignity.
However, Lanling gave Zhi Yu a thumbs-up.
