Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling's tender voice carried a hint of drowsiness, with a long trailing end.
"Remember to come home early after work, or I'll be worried. See, you never listen! I'm going to tell Uncle Leng on you!"
The cat sleeping in her arms woke up at her words, opened its eyes, and meowed in agreement, "Meow—"
When a daughter got angry, the consequences were serious.
Ji Weitian hurriedly stepped forward, picked up Fatty, tossed it aside, and embraced her daughter with a sincere apology, "Mom was wrong. I promise to come home early tomorrow, okay?"
"You say that every day, but you never listen," Ji Xingyao began counting Ji Weitian's faults on her fingers.
Ji Weitian unhesitatingly covered her small mouth with her hand, staring at her daughter's delicate little face, and begged in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Sweetheart, promise me, please save me some face today; otherwise, Mom might never be able to hold her head up again."
