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She stuck out her tongue, feeling helpless against such a sly and crafty father. Lian Qiao waved her little fist in the air.
"Go, go, huh!"
Watching the father and daughter exchange secretive glances and gestures, Lian Qiao became somewhat curious, "What are you two hiding from me?"
"Nothing, how dare we!" Xing Liehuo, having threatened his daughter, now smiled to appease his wife, picking her up and carrying her back to the bedroom.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
Based on her long-cultivated instincts, Lian Qiao guessed that this guy was up to his animalistic desires again, but to her complete surprise, he simply placed her on the bed, sat down beside her, and made no further move. His expression was actually quite serious. "Come with me to Weilai Garden tomorrow!"
Weilai Garden!?
Those three words were all too familiar to Lian Qiao; she had fought over and blushed for it six years ago and the memory was still fresh in her mind.
