Anqing left, holding Ruanruan in his arms and stealthily flipping a middle finger at Qin Bo Qing behind Ruanruan's back.
Qin Bo Qing squinted his eyes, teasingly asking, "Did your hand cramp up?"
Ruanruan, overhearing, pulled her little head away from his shoulder to look at Anqing's hand.
Then, she just happened to see her dad's middle finger that he hadn't had time to retract.
Anqing "......"
It's not what it looks like, little one, hear me out.
"Daddy, what does this mean?"
Ruanruan tilted her little head, innocently mimicking a tiny middle finger gesture.
Anqing, embarrassed, cupped the little one's fingers in his large palm, pressing the delicate little finger gently down.
Then, he seriously explained to the little tyke.
"This is a gesture we adults make, and children—especially good children like Ruanruan—should never learn it, got it?"
Ruanruan obediently nodded, "Oh, Ruanruan is good, I won't learn it."
Anqing looked at Ruanruan with a beaming smile, "Truly good."
