Wen Nuan raised her hand and exaggeratedly measured the size of the cake. She said, "Yes, but all six of them are so small, aren't they?"
"Aren't you afraid of getting fat?" Jiang Ling'er asked helplessly.
Wen Nuan replied seriously, "If I have the same physique as my dad, I'll probably need to be middle-aged to get fat. If I get my mom's, I'll be slim for the rest of my life."
"That makes sense." Jiang Ling'er nodded with a smile. "You don't look like the type to get fat."
Wen Nuan stretched her back and said, "The sun is so warm. I want to sleep."
Seeing Wen Nuan's lazy appearance, Jiang Ling'er pointed at the leopard cub and said, "You're both cats. You sleep during the day, but you're energetic at night."
Wen Nuan raised her chin proudly and said decisively, "These days, I've been staying up late to work. I only play games occasionally."
