Jiaojiao was sweeping her eyes around the room, besides the busy servants and Uncle Liangâs family, she didnât see Gu Zichen and Shu Jiao, Shu Wen, she asked Qin Qiong in confusion: "Uncle, where are my aunts?"
"Theyâre all in your momâs room." Qin Qiong replied, speaking as he glanced around behind her, then sneakily pulled her by the sleeve into a corner, whispering: "Little Jiaojiao, whereâs your dad?"
"Heâs in another province, canât come back for now." Ruan Jiaojiao replied unconsciously in a hushed voice.
"Your dad is really something." Qin Qiong shook his head and glanced at Old Master Shu who was still talking to the Ruanlin Family, his voice even quieter now as he leaned close to Jiaojiaoâs ear, but before he could speak, a chubby paw reached in, he looked up in confusion and saw Duan Xi holding Little Potato standing beside him.
Little Potato reached with his chubby hands, trying hard to grab him, perhaps realizing he couldnât manage, finally switched from grabbing to pinching, and his pinching was quite skillful, he pinched his upper and lower lips between two little fingers.
Donât underestimate a kidâs pinching skills at this moment.
Qin Qiong felt his lips were about to be pinched off!
"Smelly!" Little Potato, pinching wasnât enough, was also muttering, his expression was one of utter disdain.
"Hiss..." Qin Qiong winced in pain, inhaling sharply, he held Little Potatoâs chubby paws with both hands, finally rescued his lips.
He pretended to reach out with his hand to pinch Little Potatoâs lips, but Little Potato turned around quickly, burying his little face behind Duan Xiâs shoulder, making it impossible for Qin Qiong to pinch him.
"You little brat, are you asking for a spanking!" Qin Qiong rubbed his lips, grabbing Little Potatoâs chubby paws, giving them two pats.
Of course, he wasnât really hitting, just making a gesture.
But Little Potato wasnât one to suffer losses, when Qin Qiong grabbed his little paws, he turned his head, and as Qin Qiongâs hand came down, upstairs Shu Wen, Shu Jiao, and Gu Zichen happened to come down together.
This was really something.
Little Potato blinked his big eyes, pouted his little mouth, and under Qin Qiongâs suddenly contracting pupils, burst into an earth-shattering wail.
"Wah wah wah... Tong Tong, Tong Tong..."
Crying while holding up his little paws, gesturing to the three descending from upstairs.
Gu Zichen was very aware of her sonâs temperament, even though Shu Lang and Old Master Shu were both relatively stoic, this son was extremely cunning, of course knowing he was fake crying, so she wasnât concerned.
But Shu Wen and Shu Jiao felt distressed.
Especially Shu Wen, with her business growing bigger these past two years, coupled with being over thirty already, her body was fine but getting pregnant was difficult, preparing for half a year and still not pregnant, she was especially tender to this little nephew.
Seeing her little nephew crying like this, she didnât think twice before scolding Qin Qiong: "How old are you, competing with him! Really regressing as you live!"
Then she hurried down, cradling the gasping Little Potato in her arms, patting his back and kissing his little cheeks.
Little Potato gradually calmed down, with a scrunched-up face without tears, buried in Shu Wenâs shoulder, secretly glanced at Qin Qiong opposite, occasionally rubbing his little cheek against Shu Wenâs face, adorably clingy.
"..." Qin Qiong, as expected he guessed right back then, this is just a little rascal!