The Little Kirin eyed Long Fei repeatedly in the car, its bright eyes blinking over and over.
Eventually, it couldn't help activating the Kirin Bloodline, forming red, fish-scale-like scales on its body and sniffing toward Long Fei.
Lin Yingying slapped its head with a "smack" and scolded it, "Who told you to use the Kirin Bloodline?"
The Little Kirin stuck out its tongue and chuckled, "Smells good—definitely my dad's scent."
Long Fei sighed and chose not to say anything.
The Kirin Bloodline in his body made its scent unmistakable to the Little Kirin's nose.
After merging onto the main road, he asked the Little Kirin, "What do you feel like eating? Your old man's taking you two out for a feast."
The Little Kirin burst out laughing, "Dad is still Dad, but could we drop the 'old'? You look three years younger than Mom right now!"
"Fine by me!"
Lin Yingying joined the Little Kirin in teasing Long Fei.
Long Fei was completely speechless toward the two of them.
