“They are both good!” the little girl replied while she tilted her head.
“Then, who do you want to marry in the future?” Jing Xi asked.
“Brother Feimo! Because I’m his future wife!” Ying Bao smiled, knowing the answer all along.
“Then, what about Uncle Prince?”
What about Uncle Prince?
Ying Bao never thought of it. She thought about how he got hurt and how he lost his father.
But the little girl thought of a good idea.
“I know! I can find him a princess, then he won’t be lonely anymore!”
Ying Bao always believed that a prince would be together with a princess in the end and that they would live happily ever after in a castle.
“What a good idea!”
Jing Xi hugged her daughter and kissed her cheek.
“Mommy, when can we go back to Zstan?” Ying Bao asked.
“… Do you hate Estan?”
“No, but I miss Zstan too. Brother Feimo is there, and so is Auntie Orange and Brother Chengcheng. I miss them so much. When can we see them?” Ying Bao frowned, but then thought of something. “I know! I have a super daddy! He can build a bridge!”
Jing Xi laughed and turned to Huo Yunshen, who was driving.
“You hear that? She wants you to build a bridge!”
“It’s really a good idea,” Huo Yunshen said as he looked at the little girl’s face in the rearview mirror. “But sadly, we can’t build a bridge that long.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because of the typhoon. It will destroy the bridge so it will be dangerous.”
Huo Yunshen explained with a serious tone. Jing Xi couldn’t help but praise how smart her husband was. He had given an answer that the little girl could accept.
“I see… Then I think I should just call them. Mommy, can we call Brother Feimo and Auntie Orange later? I want to talk to them.”
“Of course you can.”
After they returned to the Yunjing Manor, Jing Xi brought Ying Bao to her room to make the video calls.
Huo Yunshen went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Ying Bao called the Tang family first. Due to the timezone difference, Estan’s Saturday night was Zstan’s Sunday morning.
The call rang for a while, and it was picked up.
“Brother Feimo!” Ying Bao shouted into the tablet.
“Cherry!” Tang Feimo greeted from the dining table. “Have you eaten breakfast?”
“No, we are about to have our dinner.”
“That’s weird. Did you not eat your dinner yesterday?” Tang Feimo asked as he frowned.
“My daddy’s making dinner right now.”
“Oh. By the way, is the prince gone?”
