"Dad," she called out first.
The man lying on the sofa with a comic book covering his face ignored her.
She ran over, steadied herself, and pulled off the comic book. "Mr. Bo, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" The man yawned, looking lazy and not at all like a man that had already become a father. "Did you break the glass of someone's house or did you bully another kid into tears? Little Bo Jiu, how many times have I told you, you have to be more serious. From my memory, you should be standing in front of the window and reflecting right now."
"I was reflecting," Bo Jiu replied seriously. "But my soul was robbed off."
The man sighed. His handsome face, alongside his black hair, gave off an unruly feeling. "As if I would believe that."
"Dad, I think we need to have a good talk," Bo Jiu said with wide eyes, her little tiger tail sweeping the floor.
