"What are you looking at?"
Seeing Lu Xiaoya staring at him in a daze, Ye Feng felt a little uncomfortable.
"You're very much like someone."
Lu Xiaoya supported her chin with her right hand and looked at him with admiration.
"Who?"
"My dad."
"Pfft..."
Ye Feng almost spat out the water in his mouth. This answer was too unexpected.
I treat you as a friend, but you actually want to recognize me as your dad?
"Really, especially the way you spoke just now. You really look like my dad."
Seeing that he did not believe her, Lu Xiaoya quickly explained.
"I believe you. Come, call me daddy!" Ye Feng said in a joking tone.
"Go to h*ll."
Lu Xiaoya raised her hand to hit him.
Ye Feng grabbed her wrist.
Lu Xiaoya subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back.
"Don't move," Ye Feng said as he stretched out his other hand and removed the rice stuck on the corner of her mouth.
