After being tormented by Yao Shuangshuang for a few days, Yao Yuling couldn't stand it anymore. He sat on a bench in the garden holding Yao Shuangshuang, ready to have a sincere talk with Shuangshuang, who was resting in his arms and still forcing him to walk.
Yao Yuling supported Yao Shuangshuang's underarms with both hands and lifted her to eye level. Shuangshuang's body stretched into a long, relaxed cat.
Looking at Yao Yuling's serious expression, Yao Shuangshuang yawned widely and meowed: "How can you be lazy, you poop-cleaning officer? The apocalypse is coming and you aren't working out yet, plus I'm sleeping right now, hurry up and hold me while you continue running."
Yao Yuling looked at the meowing Yao Shuangshuang and said very seriously, "Baby daughter, I think you have been a bit excessive lately. How can you mistreat your dad like this? You keep forcing dad to hold you while running. Dad is very tired from work every day."
