"ANGEL, come on, open your mouth!"
After peeling the apple, Mi Xiaotao sliced a piece and placed it into Angel's mouth. After chewing and swallowing, she said with a smile, "Sister Xiaotao, the fruit you peel is so sweet!"
"Really? But I think it's not as sweet as your little mouth!"
Mi Xiaotao laughed and stuffed another apple slice into Angel's mouth. Although she was only three years old, her little mouth was already very good at making people happy.
Cheng Zhiming saw Angel and Mi Xiaotao getting along so happily and sighed inwardly. He knew that because Angel's mother was not around since she was young, she had a special affection for Mi Xiaotao, who had helped her.
He hadn't remarried these past few years because Angel was very resistant to the women around him. Now, he finally met a woman Angel didn't reject, but unfortunately, she was already married.
"Alright, the apple is finished, I'll go wash the fruit knife!"
