Along the way, Qi Lingyun followed closely behind Hua Ying with her innocent and childish eyes wide open, holding onto Hua Ying's dress with her little hands.
"Mother, my father must be busy with state affairs in the royal study, so we'd better not disturb him." Qi Lingyun said seriously.
"Hey, when you grow up, you actually know how to feel sorry for your father?" Hua Ying said coldly.
"You should, you should, father, don't be polite." Qi Lingyun smiled and waved his hand.
The corners of Hua Ying's eyes twitched slightly: "In the past few days, you have been causing trouble everywhere, and you have been hiding from your father and mother. You are really doing well."
Qi Lingyun gritted his teeth and said: "Excuse me, the tiger father has no dog son."
"Following your sister, my eloquence has improved a lot in the past six months." Hua Ying smiled ugly.