Zhang Han knew Mengmeng very well, and with a few words, he calmed down the little girl's emotions.

"Then Dad, it's because your acting skills are too good, I didn't see it." Mengmeng smiled again.

"I don't even look at who your mother is. If you are close to Zhu, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black." Zhang Han laughed.