"Really?"
Hearing that, Chenchen's little face was full of doubt, his eyes blinking as he looked at Zhou Zhichong.
"Really!"
Zhou Zhichong nodded solemnly, his gaze firm. "Daddy is a man of his word."
"Then let's pinky swear!"
Chenchen thought for a moment, then stuck out his little pinky, speaking with a very serious face.
Although Zhou Zhichong found this move rather childish, he was also moved by this pure kind of distrust from his child.
Sigh!
Who told him to have a criminal record in this area…
He smiled helplessly, and in the end still cooperated by伸ing out his own pinky, hooking it tightly with Chenchen's.
"Pinky swear, hang it high, no changes for a hundred years, whoever breaks it is a little puppy…"
As Chenchen recited, a sunshine-bright smile once again bloomed on his face.
This little ripple thus completely subsided, and the atmosphere at the table also became much lighter and more cheerful.
