The little chubby girl's antics had left Lu Ye bemused. He scratched her chubby double chin, remarking disdainfully, "Where did you learn such words?"
Zhouzhou blinked her innocent eyes at him, her little face nestling into his palm, turning playfully.
Ye Lingfeng sauntered over and sat down, crossing his legs. "If we can't trace it, it must be Qin Yan who taught her."
The Qin family was known for their composed demeanor, except for Qin Yan. He was always lackadaisical, making it no surprise he would say such things.
Upon hearing the name, Lu Ye's mind conjured an image of Qin Yan. When in the Qin household, Lu Ye seldom spoke but had sharp observation skills.
Everyone else sat upright with minimal expressions, except for one who sprawled with exaggerated expressions, his thoughts plainly visible on his face.
That could only be Qin Yan. Clearly, not someone who would teach a child well.