"It's okay, baby is still young, she'll slim down as she grows up," Maomao spoke with absolute authority, proudly lifting her little head, her braids swinging, "And daddy said even if Maomao becomes a little fatty, she's still his most beloved little princess."
"..."
So this was an insinuation that she was getting old and her metabolism was slowing down, was that it?
Xiya ground her teeth viciously, beating Khan up in her mind hundreds of times.
"Haha, Xiya, she's truly your and Khan's daughter," Jian Qing couldn't help but laugh at Maomao's words; she was practically an upgraded version of Xiya.
Xiya looked at the fries in her hand and suddenly lost her appetite.
It was all this brat's fault—blame that guy Khan.
"Are we going to have dinner here tonight?" Jian Qing asked.
"No, Khan's mother said she wanted to have a meal with us," Xiya sought advice, "What do you think I should bring as a gift?"
