"Pfft," Chu Jin couldn't help but chuckle, pinching the little Lolita's chubby cheeks and smiling, "It's okay, Jin doesn't mind that he's an old and ugly grandpa."
"Huh?" The little Lolita widened her incredulous eyes and said very seriously, "Genes directly affect the next generation! I'm serious!"
"Jin, don't you want to have a little treasure that's as smart and cute as me, and good-looking too?"
"Jin, paternal and maternal genes are both very important. Don't you really consider my daddy?"
"Jin, my daddy is really not bad, there are so many aunties lining up to marry him!"
"..."
All along the way, the little Lolita was trying hard to sell Mo Qianjue to Chu Jin.
Chu Jin was all smiles and said nothing, and the little Lolita was not discouraged, not straying half a sentence from her daddy.
"Jin, aren't you doing fortune-telling today?" Seeing that Chu Jin was getting farther and farther away from the crossroads, the little Lolita asked curiously.