Without another word, Zhai Sheng held Er Bao in one arm and fished San Bao out from Qiao Nan's embrace. He sat cross-legged to form a circle, placing San Bao's legs inside the circle, while she sat on his thigh, leaning against his abs.
San Bao frowned, showing her displeasure.
She turned around and realized that it was her papa who took her out from her mama's embrace. San Bao pressed her lips, feeling aggrieved. She sniffed but stopped herself from crying.
San Bao was close to everyone in the house except for Zhai Sheng, her father.
Zhai Sheng would always pull a straight face and he seldom smiled. San Bao could tell that he was not to be trifled with.
San Bao would cry and smile as she wished in front of the old master. She would lose her temper when she was angry and she would pull at the old master's beard or grab her grandpa's hat. She could do whatever she wanted, but she became a timid girl when she was with her serious and solemn papa.
