"Aunt Momo, there are so many delicious and fun things here, don't you want to try them? Just pretend you're playing with me, okay?"
Shen Ao blinked at Jin Mo, playful and cute, with a hint of slyness. Who knows who taught her that, she looked quite mature.
Shen Hongyi chuckled, tenderly stroking Shen Ao's head. The child didn't usually act spoiled, but when she pulled out that pitiful expression, few people could resist.
Everyone said that Shen Hongyi's biggest failure in life was his marriage with Song Lingling, but the one thing he was grateful for was the treasure heaven had given him.
By two or three years old, Oreo was already more obedient and sensible than other children. She seemed to understand that Daddy was very busy with work every day. She drank her formula quietly, her large eyes blinking as if she could speak.
They say a daughter is a daddy's close-fitting cotton jacket, and Shen Hongyi felt this little cotton jacket was exceptionally warm.
