In the living room:
Gu Mochen successfully "crushed" the four boys and was in a good mood.
He couldn't stand... the boys buzzing around Tang Bao like bees.
Hmm... an eyesore.
Gu Mochen held Little Cubao, then placed Little Cubao on the sofa, and took Tang Bao into his arms.
He turned a blind eye to the hopeful look in Little Cubao's eyes.
When Tang Bao and Little Cubao were both present, if Little Cubao had a place to be settled, Gu Mochen would naturally choose to hold Tang Bao first.
After all, his precious daughter was more delicate.
If he could hold her, he wouldn't let the little girl sit.
As for Little Cubao, if he could stand, he shouldn't sit; if he could sit, Gu Mochen didn't really want to hold him.
"Daddy... do you want to eat an apple?"
Tang Bao asked in a childish voice.
Gu Mochen's thin lips curled up as he watched the little girl's considerate appearance, and he smiled.
"Yes."
"Hehe, I'll wash one for you..."
