Qiao Man had hit the nail on the head.
However, Rong Cheng wouldn't admit it. "Do you think I miss her? You're thinking too much. We've been divorced for so long."
"Hmph, who knows if you're still thinking about her?"
The little girl sitting next to Qiao Man was about four or five years old, dressed like a little princess. While eating dessert, she curiously asked, "Mom, who's Song Wanqiu?"
Qiao Man pinched her little face. "She's a bad woman. She always wants to steal your father away. Mom hates her."
The little girl immediately widened her eyes and anxiously said, "Snatch Daddy away? That's really a bad woman! Mommy, you have to arrest her and get the police to lock her up in jail!"
"No problem! I won't let a bad woman take your father away," Qiao Man said to her daughter in a gentle tone.
