Xiaoyi was speaking from the heart.
After all, he thought that a man as indifferent and serious as his daddy was willing to spoil his sister to the extent that she ruled over everyone.
As they grew older, the men Jiujiu encountered would either not be able to spoil her like their daddy did, or not be as outstanding as he was.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, there were almost no men in the world who could defeat his dad.
By his standards, it would be a miracle if his sister found someone.
Xiaoyi was muttering to himself about this when suddenly, a large hand landed on his little shoulder.
He looked up and saw Chiyin's stern face, which was a bit scary, and realized that he had just spoken his thoughts out loud.
"Daddy, you're not thinking of hitting me, are you? Don't do it, I'll scream..."
Before Xiaoyi could finish, Chiyin's hand moved up to his head and even gave Xiaoyi a smile.
