The next day, Yue Er saw this dagger and couldn't put it down.
"Father!"
"Do you like it?" Zhao Junyao asked with a smile.
Yue Er giggled.
"I like it!"
Xia Ruqing also smiled.
"Your father made it for you with his own hands, why don't you thank him quickly!"
"Thank you, Father!" Yue Er obediently replied.
Seeing his little daughter's happy expression, Zhao Junyao felt everything was worth it.
He was planning to take Yue Er for a walk.
But then Yue Er asked again.
"Father, is this dagger also cheap?"
Xia Ruqing spat out her tea.
"If this is cheap, then nothing in the world is precious, my dear!"
"Precious?!"
Yue Er's big eyes blinked, still a bit confused.
Xia Ruqing held her forehead and looked up at the sky, feeling a thousand stabs to her heart.
Indeed, being born is an art.
Some people are born with a golden spoon in their mouth, not knowing what is cheap and what is precious.
In her heart, she envied Yue Er for the ten thousandth time!
