Zhao Ci walked over, holding their daughter. He gently wiped the tears from her face and said softly, "Why are you still crying? Come on, I'll take you out for something good. A new mushroom hotpot place opened in the West Suburb. I hear the mushrooms are all air-freighted from Dian Nan."
Gu Xiangzhu: "..."
She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
The little girl in Zhao Ci's arms also reached out, gently wiping her cheek. Then, she held out her arms. "Mama, hold..."
Gu Xiangzhu: "..."
'Forget it!'
'I'll ask later!'
'From the looks of it, that annoying scene probably won't happen again anytime soon.'
'I need to find a suitable opportunity to ask.'
'In a way that won't make him realize this is a dream.'
'That's how I can gain more control.'
"Mhm!"
She nodded and took her dream-daughter from him.
But...
The child was so tiny.
She had no idea how to hold her and was at a loss for a moment.
