Tang Suiyu was playing intensely, and she glanced at him in between, "You promised me! You didn't speak up for me just now!"
"I did help."
"What help is that! Just one sentence with only seven words!" She puffed her cheeks, angrily taking it out on the game!
"Victory!"
A victorious sound blared from the phone.
Ye Gushen was gently pushing the swing, as the little girl's figure moved lightly with it and her ear-length hair fluttered. He said nonchalantly, "Grandpa Tang and your godfather are quite stubborn."
"Exactly! They're not just stubborn, they're incorrigible! It's one thing for my grandpa, but why is my godfather pushing you into the fire pit?" She frowned her lovely brows, "I can't understand!"
"You're a fire pit? Who describes themselves like that?" He disliked hearing the little girl constantly talk about Uncle Ye, and how she thought she didn't match up to him—it's irritating!
