Lin Qiao came out just in time to hear this, and gave her a sideways glance, "Going off to eat chicken legs all by yourself, and you're tired?"
"Mom is bad." Song Yu hugged Song Tingfan's neck.
Lin Qiao chuckled, "There's worse to come. This afternoon, we'll take a walk around the village, and when you stop sticking your bottom out, that's when we'll stop walking."
"Daddy..."
"Even calling the ancestors won't help, your dad listens to me. If you don't believe it, ask your daddy."
"Daddy?"
Song Ling looked hopefully at Song Tingfan, wishing he wouldn't listen to Mom, but Song Tingfan glanced at Lin Qiao, knowing she wanted to "educate" the kid. He wanted to say something but didn't.
"Sister, don't ask. Daddy actually listens to Mom. If you obediently walk, then Mom won't make you walk anymore." Song Ling was quite sensible.
Song Yu pouted but still looked at Daddy. Song Tingfan was silent for a while, "Hmm, listen to your mom."
