The Secret of Speaking

Feng Dali put down the document in his hands. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Feng Xue'er and a doting smile appeared on his warm face. He took off his reading glasses and waved at her.

"It's Snow. Come, come to Daddy!"

Feng Xue'er walked up to the desk, leaned over slightly, and said coquettishly, "Father, did you hear what I've told you?"

"What did you say?" Seeing Feng Xue'er's slightly flushed and delicate face, Feng Li couldn't help but laugh out loud with a trace of embarrassment and anger in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, talk about it... "Let's talk!"

As she spoke, she took the document and walked to the study's sofa to sit down. Feng Xue'er then placed a cup of stewed Count Black Tea next to Feng Dali's hand, before snuggling beside him and sitting down.