At the thought that the damned boy might sneak off with his precious daughter in the future, a pang of pain hit Lord Zhuo's heart.
Zhuo Junyue took out a set of pink piggy pajamas and dressed little An An in them.
He made An An lie on the bed, then hesitated for a moment, "An An, tell daddy, what do you think of Brother Shuyang?"
"Grandpa Shao said that Brother Shuyang usually spends his time studying in his room. If he lets me play in his room, it means Brother Shuyang enjoys playing with me."
At this point, the little dumpling turned to look at her own room, a typical pink princess room.
Brother Shuyang's room was dominated by dark green and was filled with models of planes, tanks, and artillery.
"Daddy, why doesn't my room have planes and cannons?"
Lord Zhuo almost choked on his old blood. She was a young lady; what business did she have playing with planes and cannons?
While he didn't plan on raising An An to be a lady, he didn't plan on raising her to be a tomboy either.
