Xia Pengpeng nodded lightly.
"No matter what decision Baby Mu makes in the future, we won't stop him, but we can't let such an outstanding child settle for mediocrity." Mu Xingye lifted Xia Pengpeng's small face, looking at her tenderly, "The fish knows the joy of fish."
Yes, the fish knows the joy of fish.
Xia Pengpeng wasn't someone who could be easily persuaded, but Mu Xingye's words hit home, leaving her with no room to argue.
This time, Mu Xingye had won.
She couldn't even muster a single word to contradict him.
"Have you rested enough?"
"Huh?" Xia Pengpeng didn't understand what he meant by suddenly saying this.
"If you've rested enough, we can try out the next position."
"Get lost!" Xia Pengpeng immediately pushed him away, trying to escape.
"Get lost, of course. We'll roll from sunrise to dusk, turning the bedsheets into rags."
Xia Pengpeng: ...
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