C431 Cunninghamia Lanceolata Thunb

Su Mulin slapped him and snappily said once again, "You're always talking about your son, your son. If it were your daughter, would you not like her anymore?"

Ji Muchen held her hand and lightly scratched her nose. "Idiot. Actually, I prefer my daughter. I always say that my daughter is my dad's small cotton-padded jacket, so I prefer small cotton-padded jackets."

Su Mulin