Su Qingyao's expression froze slightly, and her mind instinctively went back to when she returned home.

The things Zhouzhou said to Lengyue.

She was immediately at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated. "You brat, you dare threaten me? Wait till I catch you and teach you a lesson!" she said as she chased after him.

Zhouzhou's stubbornness kicked in. Since he hadn't been caught yet, he relentlessly tested the limits of being "hit," shouting loudly, "Daddy, your wife is going to hit your baby! You'd better come out and deal with her!"

The little girl looked small, but her voice was very loud. Lu Qingzhou, who was cooking, heard Zhouzhou's cry for help and came out with a spoon.

When Zhouzhou saw Lu Qingzhou come out, she hurriedly ran over and hugged Lu Qingzhou's leg, complaining, "Dad, your wife is going to hit me. You have to teach her a lesson for me, otherwise I won't sleep tonight and I won't let you two be intimate."

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingzhou was at a loss for words.

"Are all kids these days this smart? She even knows how to threaten! Wow, that's impressive, my little one! Much better than your dad was at a young age. I wasn't nearly as cunning as you back then. Look at that little glint in her eye...yes, she must have taken after her mom."

He and Su Qingyao exchanged a glance, and both saw a hint of awkwardness in each other's eyes.

Su Qingyao's pretty face flushed instantly, and she angrily scolded, "You brat, where did you learn all this?"

Looking at her daughter's mischievous antics, she felt both annoyed and amused.

Zhouzhou peeked out from behind Lu Qingzhou and playfully stuck out her tongue at Su Qingyao.

Seeing Su Qingyao reach out again, Lu Qingzhou quickly stopped her, saying, "It's alright, she's just a child. Zhouzhou, go watch your TV, Dad is still cooking some vegetables in the pan."

Zhouzhou looked up at Lu Qingzhou with her big eyes full of worry: "She won't hit me, will she?"

Lu Qingzhou smiled helplessly, reached out and patted Zhouzhou's head, assuring him, "No."

Su Qingyao looked at Lu Qingzhou, rolled her eyes, and then turned back to the sofa.

After calming the two down, Lu Qingzhou hurriedly returned to the kitchen to continue her work.

Zhouzhou happily started watching her cartoons.

Su Qingyao picked up a piece of fruit from the table and ate it casually.

He glanced at the phone that Zhouzhou had tossed on the sofa out of the corner of his eye.

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