On the way back, Mu Mian and Gong Heng were both relatively silent. After driving for a while, Mu Mian finally said, "You spoil Little Yueliang like this, you'll spoil her, she's still just a child."
"It doesn't matter," Gong Heng said indifferently, "I can treat her as my daughter and give her endless pampering."
Mu Mian tilted her head, "You seem to prefer girls. When I was little, you used to pamper me like that."
"Is that so?" Gong Heng chuckled, "Little Yueliang is quite similar to you when you were little. You liked to be close to me, and you liked having me cook for you. Every day when I came back home, passing by the pastry shop, I had to bring you pastries, and when I returned, it was your expectant gaze that greeted me."
"Wasn't really?" Mu Mian absolutely refused to admit, "I was definitely not as chubby as her when I was little. Look at her, she's all round."
