Nathan Johnson also walked over to the center of the hall and said, "Yes, our Raleigh is so smart, she can count so many numbers already!"
"Brother Nathan, I can count to a thousand!" The little girl said like she was showing off, her small mouth pouted, looking very cute.
"You can count to a thousand!?" Nathan Johnson squatted down, ruffled her hair, "So smart, who taught you that?"
"Daddy, Daddy taught me..." the little girl said in her childlike voice, as clear as a silver bell, making people adore her.
Nathan was taken aback, knowing that the "Daddy" Raleigh referred to was Faris Booker. He looked up, instinctively glancing at Ose Owen; fortunately, the man still had a slight smile on his lips, seemingly indifferent.
"Raleigh, why don't you be a good girl and stay home today? Daddy has to go out for some work..." Ose Owen squatted down, his long fingers brushing aside the hair on his daughter's forehead, speaking softly.
