Little Tiger Bo opened her eyes wide and said with a focused expression. "I compliment my little princess because he's too good. For instance, he knew many things you don't know. Even mom said that he has a refined and scholarly aura around him. He isn't like you, who tried to act like a scholar but failed. He fed me and even told me bedtime stories. He also taught me how to write calligraphy. Dad, you don't know how to write calligraphy."
In the courtyard surrounded by a white fence, Mr. Bo threw the motorcycle casually down. He looked so relaxed he didn't seem like an adult. "Lord Jiu, that's too much. What do you mean by acting? I'm an undergraduate, do you understand?"
"You bought it." Little Tiger Bo sat on his neck and grabbed his hair. She lowered her gaze and continued, "Dad, stop talking about this. I have an ego too. After all, mom said that I'm similar to you."
