Little Xi counted on her fingers, but all her fingers were wrong.

"It's all over, I can't even count them all."

Little Xi stared at her fingers with a melancholy expression, her face full of worry.

'How could I not count them? How could I not count them?'

Qin Jue and Qin Jingyao were both charmed by Xiao Xi'er's adorable expression as she counted and then looked sad and melancholic.

What's most endearing is that even though they don't know what a number is, they still stubbornly keep counting on their fingers.

Qin Jue put Xiao Xi'er down with one hand and held her in his own.

I couldn't help but marvel at how small her hands were; I could easily hold both of her hands with one.

Both of my hands are not even as big as one of my palms.

"I won't count anymore, Father knows."

"Please tell me, Daddy!"

When Xiao Xi heard her father say he knew, she raised her little face and looked at Qin Jue.

"Little Xi'er has been making flower wreaths for her father since last spring, and she has already made sixty-seven."

After Qin Jue finished speaking, he looked at Qin Jingyi with a boastful expression.

Qin Jue was pleased to see Qin Jingyi's face fall, but he didn't show it on his face.

"How many are there?"

Poor little Xi'er, who is illiterate, doesn't know what sixty-seven means.

"Little Xi'er, let's go back together. Daddy will teach you to count to sixty-seven, okay?"

"That way, Xiaoxi'er will know how many sixty-seven is."

"Okay, okay"

Qin Jue carried Xiao Xi'er towards the entrance of the palace school, watching as Xiao Xi'er was still wondering how many sixty-sevens were, without saying goodbye to Qin Jingyi.

I feel so happy!

As the saying goes, don't be too cocky or too happy, or you'll suffer the consequences.

And here comes the slap in the face.