Xiao Beibei's little face was full of innocence, "Who, who is imitating him? This is just how I naturally speak."
"Alright, alright."
Song Song was starving and had no energy to argue with him about the depth of genetics!
Clearly, like father like son, but he still wouldn't admit it!
At this moment, Sister-in-law Zhou walked into the dining room with a bowl of soup, surprised saying, "Young Madam, you're back! Come, drink this hot soup. I had the kitchen specially make fish head tofu soup, it's great for the brain."
Xiao Beibei suddenly laughed out loud, "Yeah, great for the brain, perfect for someone."
Song Song couldn't react for a moment to the "someone" the little one was talking about. When she saw his sly smile, she suddenly realized, "Xiao Beibei, you're so young and dare to poke fun at adults, who taught you this!"
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