"Your pot!"
Sitting on the other side of the dining table, Zhou Yaling felt no shame at all and instead took pride in it.
Zhou Yaling grinned and said, "This is great, just carry her to the room and it's all okay, no need to coax her to sleep at night."
Mo Jingchun, after taking a sip of tomato egg soup, rolled his eyes.
"You really know how to flatter yourself, Guoguo doesn't need to be coaxed to sleep at night, okay."
"She's much better behaved than you were as a kid."
With eyes wide open, Zhou Yaling was about to retort that Mo Jingchun was a year older than her and was the naughtiest one as a child, climbing even the most uninviting trees.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, Mo Jingchun shut her down with one sentence.
"Hurry and take her to bed, if she catches a cold, you'll see if uncle won't scold you."
I bear it! Zhou Yaling clenched her fists.
"Damn capitalist." Her words were defiant, but her actions didn't dare to delay.
