Jin Jumo hadn't been back in the kitchen for long before someone returned.
"Daddy, my forehead hurts so much."
Xixi's little voice, full of coquettishness and seeking affection, drifted from the living room, making Jin Jumo's lips curve slightly.
Rong Mochen held Xixi in one arm, his dark eyes staring deeply at the bandage on her forehead, his voice restrained but easily revealing sharpness, "How did you get hurt on your forehead?"
Xixi's little chubby legs dangled a couple of inches from Rong Mochen's armpit, pouting, "I bumped into an old grandpa's cane, got a big lump. Grandpa's cane was so hard, Xixi got hit and cried instantly. Daddy, it hurts a lot."
Rong Mochen pressed his lips, his dark eyes reflecting heartache, and kissed Xixi's forehead, "Be more careful when walking in the future, okay?"
"Okay." She got the comforting kiss she wanted.
After staying with Xixi in the living room for a while, Rong Mochen put her down and got up to head to the kitchen.
