'Deliberate Fist' (2)

In contrast, Chen Yike was still punching the cave wall, completely ignoring her father.

"Our Little Yike is quite hard working. It seems that she has inherited your ascetic Cultivator personality."

Chen An walked to the bed and sat down. He naturally reached out to hug Wen Zhiyun's slender waist. As he looked at his daughter who was practicing hard in front of him, he said in a gratified tone.

Hearing this, Wen Zhiyun frowned slightly.

"Husband, Little Yike's personality looks too honest. I'm afraid she'll be at a disadvantage when she grows up."

"It's fine. She's still young and malleable. We'll teach her slowly when she learns to speak in the future."

Chen An comforted her gently. The hand on Wen Zhiyun's waist was very restless, causing Wen Zhiyun's face to turn pink and her delicate body to burn.

Wen Zhiyun really couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't help but pinch Chen An's waist hard and reprimand him.