"Ah, Mother is here. Seventh Uncle, save me."
Ya Ya directly lay beside Song Shi, very afraid of Song Jia.
Song Shi pinched Ya Ya's face. The latter floated up into the air and immediately giggled happily. This was what she meant by raising her head high.
Song Jia looked on helplessly. She did not dare to disrespect Song Shi now.
Song Shi did not pamper Ya Ya too much. As the latter cried out, he sent her to Song Jia's side. Lying down, he said, "Ya Ya, if you want to lift yourself high, you have to build a good foundation. Only then can you ride a sword and fly freely in the future."
Ya Ya looked at Song Shi lying on the ground and pouted. "Seventh Uncle is so lazy. How shameful."
"Wretched girl, what nonsense are you talking about? When your seventh uncle was busy, you were still drinking my milk. Today, you're taking a medicinal bath!"
Amidst Yaya's screams, Song Jia, dragged her to build her foundation.
