Such profound reasoning, how could Qianqian fully understand? She nodded seemingly in agreement, then turned and ran upstairs.
She tiptoed to lower the door handle, pushed the door open, and first popped her little head out, asking, "Brother Shaoyang, can I come in?"
"Come in."
Ji Shaoyang came out of the bathroom, saw Qianqian poking her little head through the door, and couldn't help but find it amusing, "Why did you come up? I was just about to go down."
"I couldn't wait, so I came up myself." Qianqian climbed onto a chair and sat, swinging her little legs, "Brother Shaoyang, just now Dad said that if you grow up and like someone, you won't be able to marry me, is that true?"
She was just a six or seven-year-old kid, and Ji Shaoyang, who would soon be twelve, was still too young to fully understand. With one sitting and the other standing, discussing such topics was somewhat amusing.
