"If you're going to walk, just walk; if you're going to talk, just talk. What's the need for all this fussing and tugging in front of everyone?" Zhao's father coldly looked at his daughter, pulling his hand away.
It was rare for him to utter a word, and though they were words of blame and disgust, it seemed like the only time the ice thawed in these past few days.
Zhao Mengmeng chuckled naughtily, not intimidated by her father's words at all; instead, she deliberately clung to his hand, "What's wrong with me holding Dad's hand? Dad isn't a stranger."
"Stop being so frivolous and jesting; have a proper manner," Zhao's father still wore a long face, scolding her lightly.
He truly had no idea what to do with his stubborn daughter.
Sometimes having a too fiery spirit isn't such a good thing.
"Dad, please don't be angry anymore," Zhao Mengmeng put away her frivolous expression and looked at her father earnestly.
"Angry? I wouldn't dare," Zhao's father laughed bitterly.
