"Lian, three, seven..." Lian Qiao glared at her, grinding her teeth, "How come this little girl just won't learn..."
"Mom, don't be mad, it's bad for the skin. A woman approaching her thirties should pay attention to her maintenance. Aren't you afraid Dad might leave you?" The little girl's serious and earnest speech nearly drove Lian Qiao to her grave.
With a heart full of tears but unable to cry, she looked at her daughter, her frustration deepening, "...Sanqi, I doubt if you're really my own child."
"I have my doubts as well, with your intelligence you could be sold and still have no clue." After a pause, Sanqi switched to an even brighter smile and waved at her Dad, whose face was dark with anger, and called out sweetly, "Dad, come quick..."
Lian Qiao's heart skipped a beat as she turned to look at her. This child, really!
His eyes went wide, and Zhou Yi was even more stunned. Did she just call him Daddy?!
