"Father, can we not talk about such meaningless topics during dinner?"
Li junyu's low and cold voice rang out coldly.
Li yaoyang's warm attitude was instantly frozen.
"How can this be a meaningless topic? Don't you like Mengmeng? Look at how cute she is. If I hand her over to you, it's like you have a little sister."
She heard li yaoyang mention the word 'like'.
Li junyu and ruan Mengmeng's eyes flickered imperceptibly.
"You like it?" Li junyu smiled. The corners of his lips lifted, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
On the contrary, it exuded a sense of coldness.
"She's nothing but trouble to me."
The man looked up, his cold gaze landing on ruan Mengmeng's face, cold and distant. "I don't think she's cute in any way."
"Jun Yu, you're so mean!" The smile on li yaoyang's face immediately disappeared, replaced by a trace of anger.
He didn't expect his son to be so rude and say such hurtful words in front of the little girl.
