The little girl's tender white hands propped on his knees.
Her soft little body, which still carried a milky fragrance, leaned forward slightly.
She tilted her pretty little face up, her dark and clear big eyes sparkling brightly.
She earnestly extended two fingers and said with a proud face to the expressionless Lu Junhan:
"I can earn two hundred bucks an hour! Then, Dad, you can buy a lot of candies for Li Li!"
"..."
Song Qingwan's scalp instantly exploded.
This little chubby girl really dared to say it, and she really dared to keep challenging that brat's bottom line.
She quickly spoke up, saying, "You little brat..."
But before she could finish, the remaining words were forcibly pushed back by the cold glance from the handsome, aloof man.
It's over.
That brat seems truly annoyed.
"Do you see the wall over there?"
Lu Junhan tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the corner beside the TV cabinet, his indifferent voice devoid of any warmth.
