Ning Xia was stunned for two seconds, reflexively answering, "Little Crybaby, you can't wear this. By the time you can, it'll be at least twenty years from now."
"Daddy wear!" Little Crybaby blurted out without thinking.
Sweat.
She finally realized that this cunning Little Crybaby had been thinking of getting matching family outfits for the three of them from the beginning, with the child's size for himself, the woman's for her, and the man's for daddy.
Ning Xia unconsciously stared at the male model, Bo Siyan's face involuntarily appearing in her mind. If he wore this outfit, he would definitely be the coolest dad.
Oh my God!
What was she thinking? Was she actually fantasizing about Bo Siyan, herself, and Little Crybaby being a family of three?
Ning Xia shivered all over, forcefully knocking on her own head.
What absurd and unrealistic fantasies. She had seriously annoyed Bo Siyan; perhaps there wouldn't be any interaction between them in the future.
