Two weeks had passed, and the New Year's Spring Festival was just around the corner.
"We're home!"
The tinkling sound of the bell drew closer and closer.
Zhang Ying walked to the outer courtyard and saw her husband getting off the new bicycle. With a kick of the stand, he steadied the bike.
He reached out and lifted Yue Qingqing off the back seat.
Yue Qingqing's face was wrapped in a fluffy scarf, revealing only her small, tender cheeks and a pair of bright, lively eyes.
She was dressed very warmly, resembling a puffed-up cotton candy.
So sweet and adorable, it made one almost want to take a bite.
That's exactly what Yue Jiandong did, gently biting his daughter's cheek.
"Let me see just how thick our treasure's skin is."
Before he could leave a mark, Zhang Ying pushed him away.
"What are you doing? You'll hurt Qingqing again."
Zhang Ying was usually a gentle, good-natured person, showing fierceness only when it came to her daughter.