"Little Fatty, where did you come from?"
As soon as he said it, Little Tuanzi got all puffed up.
"I'm not Little Fatty."
Being so angry, Little Tuanzi staggered to his feet, his little chubby hands clenched tight, "You're the Little Fatty."
Li Mochan gave Little Tuanzi a stern look, looking quite fierce.
Ye Jiuliang couldn't help but laugh, thinking they were really in tune.
As her thoughts turned, she said, "He's mine, isn't he cute?"
Li Mochan snorted lightly, reached over to pick up Little Tuanzi and set him aside, then sat down next to Ye Jiuliang and pulled her into his arms.
Continuing her line of thought, he asked, "Who's is it?"
Ye Jiuliang's eyes curved with mirth as she teased, "It's yours."
Li Mochan's thin lips curved slightly, and he leaned down to peck the corner of her lips.
"Good girl, don't rush, we'll work hard when we go back tonight."
"..."
Her attempt at teasing was turned against her.
