"Then you have to find out soon, Dad, you should be more careful, you have rivals in love."

"Eh? You stinky girl, you're quite gloating?" Zhang Han talked about his fingers, and slapped a spiritual slap on Mengmeng's little butt.

"Oh, who is taking pleasure in other people's misfortune?" Mengmeng snorted, rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction, and said with a smile: "I just like to watch when Dad wins, others praise you, they all admire you, you are super handsome."