Zhou Yi saw Fu Jinqiao trotting over and called out to her, "Little one, why are you running now?"
Lu Wenxin sighed lightly, "You really have no awareness of being a mother. When I was pregnant with you, I hardly took any extra steps; but look at you, running around."
Fu Donglin also frowned, "Both your mother and I have fairly steady personalities, how come it seems like there's been a genetic mutation with you?"
Indeed, Fu Jinqiao had not inherited her parents' temperaments, being especially lively.
Of course, she hadn't inherited their height either, being rather petite.
Especially today, wearing a light pink princess dress, with a light pink crystal hairpin on the side of her head, she looked even more petite and adorable.
Fu Chenyu passed her a piece of shortbread, "Want some?"
Fu Jinqiao took it, "Thanks, bro."
Fu Chenyu hooked up the corners of his mouth, "You're welcome."