C15 He Was Scolded for Being Late(2)

A soft and mellow voice echoed in Wu Yiqian's ears.

"Daddy, what is a monk? What do you mean 'temple'? Is it delicious?"

Wu Yiqian lowered his eyes powerlessly and looked at Xia Baolan's round figure with a bitter smile.

He seemed to feel that the matter of losing weight was far away from him.

Along the way, he urged the driver to hurry up and be faster