125 Training Little Turnip Heads (Part 2)

"..." 

It's undeniable that this kid is a genius. 

Shen Chuchen laughed angrily. 

It's only been a short while and she's already making a mess here. If she was actually his daughter, his days would definitely be more lively and noisy in the future. 

The man humphed and pinched her soft cheeks, sinking into deep thoughts at the sight of Ye Sang's baby fat. 

Under her bright eyes, he paused and suggested earnestly, "Sangsang, you should lose some weight..." 

The little girl mumbled, "I'm not fat." 

Shen Chuchen smiled, "That doesn't stop you from losing weight." 

It was the same logic as being the cutest baby in the world doesn't stop your dad from beating you up.

Ye Sang's little arms and little legs weren't suitable for running, she was scared that she'd die on the way. 

The man bent down slightly and looked at the teary little friend. Perhaps because they were related by blood, part of him couldn't bear to do it.