An'an, who was in Sun Dasheng's arms, started clapping her little hands happily and shouted, "Me too, me too."
"Oh?" Sun Dasheng quickly kissed her little face as well, surprised, "An'an can actually say three words now."
Of course, he said this for Wu Xiaoli to hear, who was beside him.
She quickly responded, realizing, yes.
Their daughter was just learning to speak, and could only manage two-syllable words before. Now, even though it's just a breakthrough to three words, it's a qualitative leap.
"Haha... Our An'an seems to have inherited my clever mind. She'll definitely be a little smartypants in the future."
Wu Xiaoli gave him a light spit and said with feigned annoyance, "What are you talking about? How is she a little smartypants? Our An'an is smart and clever."
"Yes, yes, smart and clever. Look at me, using the wrong metaphor. Sorry, I was too happy just now and said the wrong thing. I should be punished, right, little An'an?"
