"Who's not embarrassed... I think it's still more like you, right? Your thick skin could be hung on the city walls to see who's thicker," Lian Qiao was quite perplexed.
Leaning over to her ear, Grandpa Xing whispered suggestively, "Have you forgotten? That year, in this car, after you had a drink, how you seduced me?"
Her cheeks flushed 'whoosh' with redness, and Lian Qiao reached out to pinch him with all her might, whispering, "Shameless, our daughter is right there."
Little Sanqi blinked and interjected, "Hey, Dad, Mom, don't drag me into your quarrel. Don't you see how genuinely innocent I am?"
The child had only been at kindergarten for a few days, and she had already picked up the Beijing dialect, often using 'ya' this and 'ya' that, speaking quite fluently.
Grandpa Xing fell silent.
