"My legs are not short," Jiayi pouted, unconvinced.
"You fall behind after a few steps, how can your legs not be short?" he scoffed lightly.
"Where are they short! The proportions are just right! Must they be like yours, all legs below the neck?"
She couldn't eat the grapes and said they were sour, deliberately mocking his naturally proud long legs.
So what if his legs are long?
Hmph, isn't he afraid of tripping when walking?
When she was stubborn, she made him grit his teeth and his blood boil.
But her playful look resembled a piece of candy, sweet enough to melt hearts.
His handsome, deep-set eyes relaxed, and he curled his thin lips in a light smile, knowing she was trying to cheer him up, and he tousled her hair.
Just then, from the lawn, Zaizai was carried over by Auntie Li, shouting, "Daddy, Mommy—"
Only then did the two go over, leave the hospital together, and got into the car.
Auntie Li sat in the passenger seat next to George.
