The little packrat was very clingy. She puffed up her cheeks and hugged her father's big hand. It had to ask clearly.
Bun, who was quietly flipping through a thick ancient book at the side, was speechless.
He had never wanted a little brother!
Mo Beiyuan had faced all kinds of serious tests and dangerous situations, but now, he felt that his forehead was covered in sweat.
He cursed Feng Chen in his heart again.
It was all because of this mouth of his that he could bring up any topic to tease the little packrat.
Was this "little brother" born just like that?
"Now is not the time." Mo Beiyuan cleared his throat.
The packrat had another question. "When will it be time? When can I have a little brother?"
Mo Beiyuan took a deep breath. "When you grow up a little, you'll still be too young. With a little brother, Daddy won't be able to carry you and fly high."
"All right, then."
The little packrat yawned after a while.
