The little bun didn't get a hug from Mommy, so she squirmed and rolled around in Daddy's arms, humming and pouting, her little mouth all scrunched up in displeasure.
Qin Yiren couldn't bear to see the little one disappointed. She lifted her gaze to Chu Xinian and said, "I'm fine."
Chu Xinian refused to indulge her in this matter and replied unhurriedly, "No."
"But…"
"No buts."
Where was that promised gentlemanly politeness?
This was clearly just domineering and unreasonable!
Qin Yiren dropped her eyes in frustration, unconsciously pouting a little. Her annoyed expression was exactly the same as the little bun's—absurdly adorable.
Chu Xinian, looking down from above, took in the expressions of the big one and the small one, and couldn't help but chuckle as he comforted her, "Be good, it's just one week."
Qin Yiren gave him a awkward glance, subtly reminding him to keep his distance. "Alright, Mr. Chu."
