"Good morning, Daddy."
Little Yunduo waved her little hand at her daddy, her small face wrinkled with a lack of energy, clearly still silently sulking with jealousy.
Qin Yiren pursed her lips knowingly, slipped to the other side of the table, and sat down.
"Is something up with Zhou Mixue?" With long strides, Li Yuntang entered the dining room, scrutinizing the two guilty-looking women, as his slender lips curved slightly: "Yunduo, what do you say?"
"Um..."
Of course, Little Yunduo wouldn't betray her Yanyan, and with a glint in her eye, praised: "We were saying Aunt Mixue's dance is really beautiful, isn't that right, Yanyan?"
Yan Xiaye nodded earnestly: "Yes, that's correct."
As a renowned ballet dancer both domestically and internationally, Zhou Mixue is quite famous. Scheduled to perform in Jianghai, the tickets were a hit with the audience and almost sold out immediately upon release.
