Xiaoqiang's father's strength instantly surged, ready to step forward and pull away the chubby boy, but his daughter's actions were even quicker.
A loud slap was heard from inside the room, followed by the wailing of a baby.
From birth until now, Zhu Zihuan, the little friend, had been the apple of his parents' eyes and the prince of the family. His life's first slap came from the little princess with rosy cheeks and a tiny ponytail right in front of him.
"Oh dear, Da Wei, why did you hit him?" Yu Minglang picked up his daughter and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.
"It's okay, it's okay, this little guy deserves it." Zhu Dexi also picked up his sobbing son, who could already utter simple words, pointing at Xiaowei and crying in grievance.
"Hit, hit..."
Xiaowei, as if ignoring his accusations, giggled and played an emotional staring game with her dad while being held by Yu Minglang.
