Xu Mushen frowned, wanting to express his anger but suppressing it instead. He clumsily patted her head, his unexpectedly pleasant tone taking the driver by surprise: "Sweetie, we're home. Let's get out of the car."
"No, no!" The girl pouted, her tone like that of a petulant child, but her words were firm.
Xu Mushen rubbed his forehead, "Why not?"
The girl looked at him with an aggrieved expression. After a while, she murmured, "This isn't my home."
Xu Mushen: ...
His heart took a punch at her words.
He stared at the girl.
Yes.
This wasn't her home.
Because she had no blood ties to this house.
So she didn't like it here, right?
Thinking this, his tone grew heavier, as if making a promise to her: "From now on, this is your home."
Xu Qiaoqiao, having had too much to drink, did not comprehend the meaning of his words.
She pouted and said, "But my little potato isn't here, neither is my doll, nor my…"
