Song Qingwan, this woman, is a bit crazy, but some of her words make sense.
This Little Troublemaker doesn't look like him, so she must resemble her mother whose identity is unknown.
Lu Junhan furrowed his brows, as if suddenly remembering something. His sharp, thin lips pursed tightly as he turned his head to look at the little girl sitting obediently across from him.
The little girl curled up on the sofa saw him looking over, unsure of his intention, yet she blinked her clean, black eyes with joy and ran over to sit beside him.
Then she tilted her pretty chubby face and showed him a silly, sweet smile: "Daddy."
Lu Junhan was silent for a moment.
Thinking back, four years ago, there was a foolish woman who looked quite similar to this Little Troublemaker and, taking advantage of his unawareness, climbed into his bed...
Lu Junhan closed his eyes, the veins on his forehead throbbed.
