The Keeper of the Infant Spirit

As Qin Er was about to speak, he suddenly sensed a cold glint approaching him. He quickly turned his head and met Qin Lie's icy gaze, instantly realizing the situation.

"It's not from me, Zhouzhou. It's a gift from your dad!" he hastily explained.

"Dad?" Zhouzhou was surprised as she turned to look at Qin Lie. In the next moment, however, her hands were empty.

Qin Lie was holding the golden pixiu, his face expressionless as he gave her a glance. "You have poor taste. Take it back, I don't want to give it to you anymore."

"No!" Zhouzhou reacted quickly and wailed, hugging his leg. She climbed up and sat on his foot like a little raccoon, gently swaying back and forth. "Dad is the best, I like Dad the most!"

Despite knowing that she was doing it on purpose, Qin Lie couldn't help but soften his expression. He kicked her chubby butt gently, "Get down."