"Bao'er is such a good boy!" Xia Jianren was so excited at this moment that he didn't notice anything off. He didn't think such a small child could have any ulterior motives and simply believed this wretched girl was truly moved by his words, "Daddy loves Bao'er the most!"
As he spoke, he reached out to stroke her head again.
Xia Ningxing, who was oblivious to nuance, dodged it, then went into the house to fetch some paper and a pen and wrote down a perfume formula in a notebook.
"I've finished writing it." Xia Ningxing blew on the ink to dry it and then with a smile, handed the formula to him, "Here you go."
"My good boy, Daddy really loves you to death." Xia Jianren took the perfume formula, his mouth almost splitting to his ears with joy, while in his heart he couldn't help but mock again; surely like mother, like daughter, both just as foolish.
