"Yeah, I gave birth to a handsome brother for you, Weilan. Do you like him?" Han Yingying resorted to nonchalantly tricking her daughter.
Then, she turned the video toward Shen Weilan.
These days, under Han Yingying's meticulous care, Shen Weici's complexion had gained a bit more color, making him look much more attractive.
Looking at Shen Weici on the video, Shen Weilan blinked her big eyes: "Brother isn't as handsome as Dad, but Weilan still likes Brother."
"Shen Weilan, you're not that old, and yet you're already so obsessed with looks!" Han Yingying was both amused and helpless, not understanding how her little girl had become so fixated on appearance at such a young age.
"What is 'obsessed with looks'?"
"It means only liking people who are good-looking."
"Mm, Weilan likes good-looking people." Shen Weilan nodded happily and then raised the apple she was holding in her hand, "Great King, Weilan's arm is sore, unhappy."
