Ruyan and Baby

"My daughter has musical talent! She'll definitely become a big star when she grows up," Qingfeng said to Ruyan with a smile.

Little Apple recognized every child's song Qingfeng sang and clapped her hands with the beat all along.

Ruyan shook her head and said, "I don't want her to become a star, or to go on some talent show. I want her to become a pianist."

For Ruyan, the entertainment industry was too messy. Being a pianist was a much better choice; she could cultivate her emotions and turn it into beautiful piano pieces.

The baby wasn't even old enough yet, and Qingfeng had already faced a conflict with Ruyan on the baby's education.

"Ruyan, there's a fly on your mouth," Qingfeng said suddenly.

Is there?

Ruyan touched her red lips with her long fingers, and her attractive face was filled with confusion.

"Of course there is! Here, let me swat it away for you," Qingfeng smiled and kissed her.