She looked at the plate of chicken wings again; there were more dried chili peppers than chicken wings.
She frowned, glancing towards the man opposite her who was laughing with Fenfen, having just complained in her mind about his excessive pampering of his daughter. Now, she couldn't help but criticize him for child abuse.
No wonder Ji Mingyue often used to describe his own brother as 'lunatic'.
"What does Fenfen want to eat now?" Ji Chicheng raised his eyebrows at Fenfen again, "Another bite?"
As he spoke, he secretly slipped a small piece of chicken wing skin to Fenfen's mouth.
Fenfen immediately closed her mouth, her crying ceased abruptly, and she shook her head. She crouched down with her chubby little body, hugged the bowl of half-spilled egg custard, and started scooping it up spoon by spoon.
Ji Anning: "..."
Indeed, paternal love was something incomprehensible to ordinary people.
