Shen Mosheng's lips twitched, "Who said I liked this game?"
"Mom said." Shen Weilan smiled innocently, "Mom said Dad likes the game of arguing, so today we need to argue. Dad will act very fierce, Mom and Weilan must cry out of fear, then the game will end."
"Weilan, is this game fun?" Han Yingying blinked at her daughter, grateful that her daughter had completely inherited her ability to control tears.
In order not to frighten her daughter, she had racked her brains to come up with this method.
"It's fun." Shen Weilan happily clapped her little hands, "Daddy, Mommy, shall we do it again?"
"That's up to Dad." Han Yingying looked at Shen Mosheng with a smile that was more a smirk as his face turned sour.
She had already made up her mind that to win back Shen Mosheng, she could do without face and dignity.
Shen Weilan looked at Shen Mosheng with a face full of expectation, "Daddy, are we playing again? It's so much fun, Weilan likes it."
