Outside the house, Ling Feng, who had rushed in late, shockingly looked at Di Minghan and Mo Baobao, his face hidden by a bamboo hat.
"Damn. Di Minghan, you're too sly! When did you come to have such a big daughter?! How didn't we know anything about this..." Ling Feng yelled out loud.
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
Father and daughter exclaimed in unison at Ling Feng.
Ling Feng pouted unsatisfactorily, ignoring his good friend's dark face. He crouched in front of Baobao and asked, "Is your name Baobao? How old are you this year?"
"Four years old!" Baobao looked at Ling Feng and asked, "Uncle, are you his friend?"
"Yes! I'm your father's good friend!" Ling Feng responded only after seeing Baobao pointing at Di Minghan.
"Oh. Then why are you so ugly? My mother says birds of a feather flock together. How can you be friends with him if you're so ugly?" Baobao innocently asked, blinking her large eyes.
