In his heart, an eight- or nine-year-old girl was supposed to be innocent and naive. A girl with a bright and gentle smile should like to play and be like a little bird that was reliant on people.
If one had to use a comparison, girls were like flower buds, full of vitality and beauty, that would beautifully blossom in the wake of their youths.
Alas, she was more like a sharp blade with her cold and stern personality. Be her eyes or her voice, none had warmth.
Mu Yichen's mind unconsciously drifted for a moment, causing the car to swerve a little.
Lisa sharply raised her gaze at him. "What's wrong?"
"I'm fine…"
"Drive properly," she admonished.
Her cold and indifferent tone brooked no room for argument.
Her stiff tone reminded him of his military instructor when he was in the boot camp. Both were alike in their strictness and meticulousness.
She was even speaking with a slight accent at such a young age!
