When Miaomiao spoke these words, her face was full of disappointment and grievance, and she looked so adorably expectant.
Xia Weiyi couldn't help but burst into laughter and reached out to pinch Miaomiao's chubby cheeks.
Qu Qingwei pouted and said, "Small fry, big trickery. Haven't you said you wanted to marry all those little girls from the kindergarten home?"
"No need to mention your mommy, your daddy is also top-notch, how on earth did you turn out to be such a little rascal, I really don't know who you inherited that flirtatious nature from."
Qu Qingwei had hardly finished speaking when Qu Qingge hummed in disagreement, her voice tinged with a hint of sourness, "Of course, he inherited it from Wen Qiyang. Who doesn't know she used to be a playboy..."
After a pause, Qu Qingge sat her son on her lap and said seriously,
