Amelia sat in the front. Alex helped her buckle her seatbelt and tied her to him with a special safety buckle. Amelia was nervous and excited. "Daddy, whose motorcycle is this?"
Alex's eyes were smiling. "There's no boss in the shop. Dad stole it. Let's go, let's go. It won't be good if someone finds out." With that, he twisted the accelerator and the motorcycle shot out.
Amelia could vaguely see someone chasing after her. Her eyes widened. "Daddy! It's wrong to steal!" She was about to cry. "Let's go back and give the money…"
"My dear daughter, you don't have to shout so loudly. Daddy can hear you." Alex's tone was doting. "Don't worry, Daddy is teasing you. This motorcycle belongs to Daddy."
Amelia was stunned and asked in confusion, "But that shop isn't ours."
Alex: "He's one of my men."
Amelia: "…" Daddy is a big liar and a big bad person. He bullies children every day!
