As soon as Yun Ran finished speaking, the little packrat in Mo Beiyuan's arms exploded.
"Sweetcake doesn't agree either! Daddy can only carry Mother, Sweetcake, and Brother! No one else can be carried by Daddy! You just can't!"
Even though this little glutinous rice ball was usually soft and cute, she was really similar to Yun Ran and Mo Beiyuan in some aspects.
In the little packrat's understanding, no one else could touch her father. Whoever touched him wanted to snatch him away!
"If you want to snatch Sweetcake's daddy, Sweetcake will beat you up!"
The little packrat waved her little fists. At this moment, the expression on her little face was also fierce, like a little milk beast that had stretched out her little claws.
Mo Beiyuan carried his little packrat with one hand and rubbed her little soft head with the other, smoothing her soft hair.
