The Capital of a Femme Fatale

Yun Ran smiled and looked at him languidly. "But I have something to ask you. What's the use of looking for him?"

"You're looking for me? What's the matter? Is Sweetcake feeling unwell again?"

Mo Beiyuan felt that other than the problem of the two little packrats, she should not have anything urgent to settle with him.

As he spoke, he quickly looked at the little packrat in his arms. "Sweetcake, does your stomach hurt again?"

The little packrat shook her head and replied in a cute voice, "Daddy, Sweetcake's stomach doesn't hurt! Sweetcake's stomach is rumbling. It says that it wants to eat candied hawthorn."

Yun Ran had been restricting the girl from eating sweet food these past few days, as she was afraid that her teeth would rot. It was not easy for the girl to see her father, so she naturally would not let go of such a good opportunity.