Cheng Cunzheng looked at Cheng Weiyue walking beside him, her smile beaming, coughed once, and said, "You child, why are you so oblivious?"
Cheng Weiyue's smile grew even brighter, and she nodded repeatedly, "Then I do have a little awareness... Should I go away for a bit?"
Cheng Cunzheng waved his hand, urging her, "Hurry up."
Cheng Weiyue was truly about to die of amusement at her father's awkward yet adorable manner.
She walked away with light footsteps, and after only a few steps, she heard Cheng Cunzheng cooing to Zhao Ruolan with a term of endearment for each sentence.
What could she say?
Cheng Weiyue really envied that kind of affection.
How did that saying go again?
Don't worry about aging; you will surely be adorable when you're old.
Indeed, that phrase spoke straight to the heart.
Cheng Weiyue sat down at a nearby snack stall and ordered a bowl of mung bean and lily soup.
When the mung bean soup was served, a burst of steam wafted up.
