Chi Jiao smiled indifferently the whole time. "Okay, Daddy. I'm a little tired. I want to go up and rest first."
"Alright, alright. Go on." Chi Mingwei watched her leave.
"Hmph, what do you mean tired? I think she just couldn't understand paintings, so she had no choice but to leave." Chi Ze scoffed.
When Zhu Limin saw Chi Mingwei frowning unhappily, she quickly berated Chi Ze before he could. "Little Ze, you can't talk like that."
More like, at least he shouldn't say it in front of Chi Mingwei. Chi Mingwei liked that little b*tch so much. If they said too much and made him angry, they would all be unlucky.
"Daddy, ignore Little Ze. Tell me quickly. Do you like this painting?" Chi Yan hugged Chi Mingwei's arm and waited for his answer expectantly.
"Of course I like it. Yanyan, you're so considerate," Chi Mingwei said as he patted her head.
Chi Yan smiled and leaned her head obediently on Chi Mingwei's shoulder.
