"Mom, do I look pretty?"
Five-year-old Chenchen was at the age of loving beauty. Whenever she wore a pretty dress or had a beautiful hair clip, she loved hearing others praise her beauty.
Even little Chenchen, her hair clips, bands, and hair had filled several drawers.
With her eyes closed, her long lashes were curled like two rows of fans, and her brows had a touch of red, making her look innocent and cute like a doll in a New Year's painting. Tang Yue stared at her, entranced by her daughter's beauty.
Tang Yue looked at her with a face full of pride.
"Am I pretty?" Chenchen asked, opening her round, bright eyes that were as beautiful as Tang Yue's.
"Pretty, my Chenchen is very beautiful." Tang Yue praised her.
"Mom is also beautiful."
Chenchen grinned, her eyebrows curved like a crescent moon.
'Click'
The sound of a shutter echoed, and Tang Yue and Chenchen looked toward the source of the sound, two faces, big and small, both had identical round eyes.
'Click'
