Yu Qian: "Qiqi, drink milk!"
Qiqi: "Rourou—"
Damn, I can eat meat and talk in one day!
Yu Qian looked at the helpless and innocent baby. It was not like he had saved a child. He had clearly retrieved a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Fortunately, his IQ was worrying, but he could still be corrected by Yu Qian.
Yu Qian, a cheap dad, looked at the man as tall as himself and twitched the corner of his mouth:
"Qiqi, be good, daddy will give you some meat, don't say anything."
Qiqi licked the corners of her mouth obediently: "Eat meat, eat daddy!"
Yu Gan slapped him: "Wrong, do it again, what should I say!"
The one-month-old baby immediately shed blood-red tears: "Eat meat, daddy."
That's right.
