Upon hearing this, Ye Lingfeng's lips curled slightly, but his expression remained cold.
Zhouzhou, sensing danger, immediately turned to run.
Ye Lingfeng's long arm stretched out and grabbed the little Chubby Girl, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Itching for trouble?"
Zhouzhou, with a cheeky smile, looked up at him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Daddy, daddy, I was just teasing you."
Hah, like he'd believe her.
Once she found out the truth, she'd definitely stick to her word.
This little money lover recognized money, not people—so heartless.
Zhouzhou knew her own flaws, and with a little pout, she rested her chin on her hand. "Fine, Brother Lightbulb, you don't have to tell me."
For the sake of their plastic father-daughter relationship!
Hearing this, Ye Lingfeng chuckled, "Alright, there's nothing I can't tell you."
As he spoke, he saw her ears twitch. He clicked his tongue and gave them a playful pinch.