Xin Mo'er stared at the mandarin duck on the purse, feeling extremely unhappy and stared at her angrily. He really thought she was her stepmother? He didn't even look at her in the mirror to see if she had the ability!

Before Feng Qingcang could speak, Xin Moer's pink little hand immediately stretched out and grabbed the purse with her hand. She blinked her bright eyes and watched carefully and thought about it seriously.

Zuo Wan's hand paused in the air, her expression a little stiff.

"Father, is there a chicken embroidered on this purse?" Xin Mo'er was playing with the things in her hand and asked Feng Qingcang in a naive way.

Zuo Wan's face was black. This one was better than Ji Shuangfei's mandarin duck embroidery. She worked hard at home for more than a month to embroider. Although she was not as good as those professional embroiders, she thought she was not bad. However, when Xin Mo'er's mouth turned into a chick?

If Feng Qingcang and Feng Qingyu were not present, she would even have the urge to slap the little kid.

She believed that the little girl must have done it on purpose.

"Well, Mo'er said that it is whatever embroidered." Feng Qingcang did not deny it, but nodded in agreement.

Feng Qingyu glanced at Zuo Wan's stiff expression, then looked at Xin Mo'er's expression, and secretly covered his mouth. He always knew that this girl was evil in nature, but she didn't expect it to be so bad.

Well, it tastes to him.

Zuo Wan's hands were trembling with anger. She wanted to explain that this was not a chicken, but a mandarin duck, but Feng Qingcang directly admitted Xin Mo'er's words. If she explained it again, it would undoubtedly be boring.

Xin Moer tilted her mouth, looked at the purse in her hand, and nodded in appreciation, "But this chick is quite beautiful."

Zuo Wan's hands tightly held slowly loosened. Maybe she was thinking too much, a four-year-old child knew something, maybe she didn't recognize what a mandarin duck was.

The expression on his face was much more relaxed, with a little far-fetched smile, he took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and touched Xin Mo'er's head, looked at Feng Qingcang, and praised him without hesitation, "Is this the little princess? So cute."

Dissatisfaction appeared in Xin Mo'er's eyes. She hated this woman's touch very much! She quickly turned her head away, the purse in her hand fell off, pinching her nose, and a childish voice sounded, "Father, how can there be a smell of here?"
Chapter completed!