Fang Duo was dumbfounded. "Dad, why are you looking at me?"
Mr. Fang suddenly let out a long sigh.
Cough, he shouldn't compare. No matter how stupid she was, she was still their family's daughter.
Fang Duo: "???"
Sheng Yang's movements were dazzling.
Mr. Fang was amazed. "Sheng Yang, how did you do that?"
"Just press these few buttons at the same time." Sheng Yang's long and nimble fingers flew across the keyboard as though she was playing the piano. To the people around her, it was a wonderful visual enjoyment.
Fang Duo couldn't help but shout, "Dad, you've been playing for many years."
Mr. Fang scratched his head and blushed.
Daughter, can you leave me some dignity?
Now, the tables had turned. It was Fang Duo's turn to look down on her father.
