"Hahaha, Uncle Mo really hates my dad, but he probably hates uncle Tang the most."
Yu Liuliu's eyes curved into a smile when she talked about the past of the elders.
Obviously, she still remembered.
They had already grown up when their two youngest sisters were born.
When was a daughter the cutest? If she were to ask her father and a few uncles about this, they would probably say that they were young without any hesitation.
The little cuddly rice ball that smelled like milk and milk in the swaddling clothes.
The little princess who had just learned how to walk and Babble.
Or when she had just learned how to act coquettishly..
Those were the periods when their father had the most sense of presence.
Who would have thought that their little princess would have grown up, while Mo Yongheng would welcome his own spring, with two little princesses that were crying out for food at once.