Not a Burden, but an Armor

Observing him in this manner, Zhao Xinghua felt even more proud. He looked at Ye Lingfeng and Zhouzhou without hesitation, praising them generously, "Well done, well done. You performed excellently this time."

Ye Lingfeng raised an eyebrow, "Of course."

Zhouzhou shook her head and, like a little teacher, corrected, "Daddy, remember to be modest."

With that, she immediately made a small arc with her chubby little hand and said, "Uncle Zhao, we're only a little bit talented, you know."

Although she said so, both her and her father's tails were almost wagging up to the sky. The father and daughter shared the same trait.

Zhao Xinghua chuckled speechlessly, while the commander's eyes turned even redder. How come such a talented and adorable little girl wasn't his?

He looked at Xi Mo, bringing up the old topic again, "When are you going to have children?" He couldn't wait to have a little Xi Mo, preferably identical to Zhouzhou!