Speaking of which, she got up from the sofa and stormed off.
"Hey, baby, didn't you say you love Dad the most? Can you really be so cruel to me?"
The refined and handsome man's face turned pitiable.
Qu Qianqian replied decisively, "Yes, I can."
"What if Dad promises to take you there?"
Qu Qianqian suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned around, and suspiciously glanced at him, "Didn't you say you have no time on Saturday?"
"Time can always be squeezed out," Qu Sinian said as he sat on the sofa, pulling Qu Qianqian over, his fair fingers pinching the little girl's cheek:
"Besides, no commercial is more important than my daughter!"
"Alright then!" Qu Qianqian said generously, "Given how sensible you are this time, I'll forgive you for hitting me last time."
"Deal!" Qu Sinian kissed her little cheek, his thin lips curving into a smile, "Thank you, my princess."
But in the next second, Qu Qianqian's expression became very serious:
