Chapter 722. What's the Difference between Raising a Daughter and Raising Mu Qianxun_1

He held her, resting his face on her shoulder, his large hand circled around her waist, gripping her small hand and rubbing it gently in the palm of his hand.

He then casually sat on the large marble table nearby, letting her sit on his lap.

His gentle voice was like the wind, the rain, and also like the fog.

"Little darling, happy birthday."

Mù Qiānxún leaned against him.

She was feeling his scent.

One little hand was drawing circles on his, "That's not sincere. Just saying happy birthday doesn't count, where's the gift? You know you have to give gifts on birthdays, don't you?"

As the words left Mù Qiānxún's mouth.

Something that felt like skin was thrust into her small hand.

She picked it up in doubt and yelled in surprise when she saw what it was.

"Wow... it's so lifelike, amazing!"

Ou Zun had stuffed two little dolls into Mù Qiānxún's hand. The dolls, connected to each other, were holding hands. At a glance, their silhouettes resembled Ou Zun and Mù Qiānxún.