After Qin Zhouli had said all the nice things, he finally managed to rescue his little finger, which had been abused... cough, tortured. Looking at the little culprit, he was even pouting with a pitiful look on his face.
Qin Zhouli felt a lump in her throat, unable to hold it in but not daring to utter it. She was extremely frustrated and glared angrily at the baby.
However, how could Qin Zhouli's small eyes possibly compete with the three big eyes of the little baby? She quickly covered her little finger and pulled her head back, looking so angry that even the little dumpling couldn't help but say:
"Brother Zhouli looks just like Uncle Fatty!"
"Hmph, those words are never nice to me or my dad!" Qin Zhouli muttered, rubbing his little finger with a pout.
The little boy tilted his head, his watery eyes crinkling, and said in his tender voice, "Niannian really wasn't praising you."
Qin Zhouli: ...I knew it!
But then he heard the little dumpling's soft, sweet voice ring out again, "Niannian is just stating a fact. My daddy said that descriptions of objective facts should not be accompanied by personal feelings."
Although it wasn't a compliment, Qin Zhouli looked at the little girl and recognized her.
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