In the depths of his eyes, there was a tiny spark of excitement swirling in the calmness.
The day had finally arrived.
"To Little Daddy."
Xiaojiao raised the glass and smiled at Ming Ansheng. Her voice was as sweet and as cute as her face.
Ming Ansheng raised his glass to give a toast to Xiaojiao. "Thank you, darling Xiaojiao. Happy Chinese New Year. May you grow prettier and lovelier with each passing day."
He placed the glass to his lips and took a sip.
He had placed the glass on the table when Xiaojiao interjected, "Little Daddy is more handsome now."
Ming Ansheng stretched his hand and lightly pinched Xiaojiao's chubby cheeks. "What a sweet girl."
"Xiaojiao will get prettier but you won't become more good-looking." Su Yue cut across, and she glanced at Ming Ansheng. "You will only become older with more wrinkles," said Su Yue unceremoniously.
She gently poked the corner of Ming Ansheng's eye.
