"Nope." The little girl shook her head and glanced at Shen Wenqian before biting her tongue.
Shen Wenqian got goosebumps from her expression.
"Ruan Xiaoqi, did you get into trouble again? Was your vest pulled? Or did paparazzi catch something else on camera?"
"...Nope." The little girl pouted, her gaze drifting as she asked with an air of nonchalance, "Brother Shen, have you ever been in love?"
Shen Wenqian: "..."
"..." Ruan Qi silently covered her mouth with her little paws.
She forgot, Brother Shen had been motherhood solo for thirty years.
Shen Wenqian felt like the little girl's stab was a bit harsh, and he sighed with exhaustion.
"Ruan Xiaoqi, can you let me have some peace this early in the morning?"
The little girl covered her mouth and nodded earnestly with a couple of muffled sounds.
Shen Wenqian habitually touched his hairline and refocused his attention on driving.
The car was quiet for two seconds before—
"...Brother Shen, Mr. Xi confessed to me."
Screech—!
