Chen Xiang regretted it the moment he finished shouting.
He turned his head and found himself looking straight at Chen Xiaochan's face, poised between a smile and a smirk.
The little girl's lips curled high, her eyes full of the sly delight of a scheme that had worked.
Only then did Chen Xiang realize he had fallen into her trap.
"Dad, Mom..."
Bracing himself, Chen Xiang stammered as he tried to salvage the situation. "It really isn't like my sister said... I just..."
"Oh my!" Yang Chan suddenly clapped her hands and exclaimed.
Chen Xiang squeezed his eyes shut in fright, bracing himself for a beating.
But then.
The slap he had expected never came.
"Xiang'er, you're already thinking about this at your age?" Yang Chan set down her orange, pulled Chen Xiang into her arms, and rubbed his hair buns, shaking with laughter like blossoms trembling on their branches. "That's my good boy! You take after me in this respect-looking far ahead and knowing to make your move early! Qingquan, look!"
"I'm looking!"
Sitting on the soft couch, Chen Wei wore the same expression of fatherly pride.
He set down his tea cup and couldn't help nodding as he looked at his scarlet-faced son.
In certain respects, immortal parents thought exactly like mortal parents.
If their son knew how to strike up conversations with little female immortals and bring home cabbages from other people's gardens, then in his parents' eyes, he was the finest boy there was.
It was a sign that the Chen family's incense would burn strong, with someone to carry on the line.
But if it was their daughter...
That was an entirely different matter.
The smile on Chen Wei's face lasted less than three breaths before he suddenly seemed to remember something.
"Xiao Chan'er."
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