Me at two years old, a queen!

Lu Junxing initially didn't want to pay attention to the little girl's "filial piety is terrible" statement, but hearing the intermittent crying coming from the other end, he thought she was indeed a troublemaker: "I think you're really blind."

As expected, Lu Junxing's phone, which had been tossed aside, started playing again with the little girl's pitiful sobs, followed by Lu Jing's loud, grumbling voice.

It was almost 8 o'clock when Lu Junxing got home, well past dinnertime. As soon as he entered, a pendant appeared on his lap! Behind him followed Ms. Song Yuan carrying a plate of cherries.

"Daddy~, An'an missed you so much!" An'an ate several bowls of rice, and after eating her fill, she watched Peppa Pig while waiting for her daddy to come home. And there's no problem that good food can't solve; she had long forgotten about her earlier crying session.

Hearing the door open, it came running over excitedly.

"Hehe~, Daddy, where did you go? Aren't you going to come home before it gets dark?"

"Have you eaten yet? I ate so much rice today!" An'an said, pulling down her dad's pants to lead him inside, smacking her lips as she savored the delicious meal she had for dinner.

"These meatballs made by grandma are so delicious!"

"I also ate some delicious chicken wings~, made by Aunt Liu, they were awesome!"

"nest....."

Lu Junxing hadn't even had dinner on his way back. Winter days are long and it was only a little past 7 pm. Dinner at the old house was always served at a fixed time; once it was past dinner time, there was no more food.

Lu Junxing was so angry at the incessantly chattering, heartless troublemaker that his head was throbbing. He suddenly grabbed the little girl and pinched her mouth shut.

"Ugh~, boohoo!" An'an looked at her annoying daddy, raised her chubby little hand and slapped that annoying big hand, but little did she know that the little girl's little strength couldn't budge the man at all.

An'an then looked at her grandmother, who was watching the scene unfold, and looked aggrieved, wanting her grandmother to come and help her.

Ms. Song Yuan stared blankly at her son's lively expression for a moment, then noticed her granddaughter's pitiful eyes. She had initially intended to stop her granddaughter from bullying her quiet son, but instantly sided with her adorable granddaughter.

She said gently, "Alright, let go! Look how you've pinched our 'Little President Lu's' mouth so flat, it's almost like Donald Duck!" Ms. Song Yuan also slapped Lu Junxing's mischievous hand, rescuing the little darling.

"Waaah~, I hate poop! I don't want to turn into Donald Duck~, boohoo~" An'an imagined Donald Duck looking like this, not at all imposing or majestic! She even touched her own mouth, feeling that it really had become quite flat.

The little girl then went up to her father, heartbroken, and punched him: "Waaah~, what do I do? My mouth is all puffed up! I don't want it!"

Lu Junxing was about to spray alcohol on his hand, which was being slapped by his mother, when the little girl's wailing brought him back to his senses. He grabbed the fist that was swinging at him and said, "Stop wailing! Your mouth is naturally flat!"

"Waaah~, waaaah~, I don't want to!" An'an didn't want to be Donald Duck, what if she got flattened? Terrified, An'an ran inside to find the little mirror her grandma had given her to check her mouth.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Why is An'an crying?" Hearing the crying, Lu Jing rushed down from the study upstairs. He had just been accompanying the old man during his physiotherapy session when he suddenly heard An'an crying. Unfortunately, the old man wouldn't stop crying anytime soon, so Lu Jing had to hurry down to see what was wrong.

"Who bullied our little one? Grandpa will beat him up, okay? Ouch~, don't cry," Lu Jing said, picking up An'an who was frantically running around in the living room.

An'an was looking for her little mirror, eager to see if her little mouth really had turned into Donald Duck, but she had forgotten where she had put it after playing with it. She just remembered where she was and was about to look for it.

Grandpa picked her up in an instant, and she kicked her chubby little legs anxiously: "Waaah~, no, I don't want to!"

"Oh dear~, okay, okay, no, An'an doesn't want what? We don't want it!" Lu Jing quickly took a breath and put the child down. Lu Junlai and Lu Junxing were always very strict when they were young, and they were too busy with work to take care of them. Now, looking at his son, he felt a surge of emotions.

"Grandpa~, I don't want to! My mouth is all puffed up, I don't want to turn into Donald Duck! Waaah~" An'an suddenly felt like she had found a protector, and sobbed to her grandfather, "My mirror? Waaah~"

"Who said our darling's mouth is flat? Our An'an's mouth is so pretty, she's so adorable!" Lu Jing couldn't understand how anyone could say their granddaughter's mouth was flat when she was so beautiful.

Their family is known for its good looks; not just the couple, but their son alone—his face has captured the hearts of countless young women.

"Bad daddy!" An'an covered her mouth with one hand and pointed at Lu Junxing with the other, "Bad daddy pinched An'an's... pinched An'an's mouth flat!"

"You brat, you were such a decent person before! What kind of evil have you done, scaring the child like that!" Lu Jing, hands on his hips, launched into a tirade against Lu Junxing. He couldn't believe his son, such a respectable person, could do something like this: "You're the one who's like... that... Tang... Tang Duck!"

"Grandpa, it's not Donald Duck, it's Donald Duck!" An'an, who was already looking in the mirror, heard this and tugged at her grandfather's pants, adding the correction.

Lu Junxing, standing to the side, didn't want to say anything. Seeing Ms. Song Yuan, who had just come out of the kitchen after cutting fruit, and hearing Donald Duck go back to the kitchen, he could only bear it all himself.