Su Ziyu finally took away the handgun from the little girl's hand.
Then he asked Jie Se for some paint, turned the handgun pink, handed it back to his daughter, and crouched in front of her, whispering softly: "You're still a child, you can't play with such dangerous toys."
"Doesn't it look much better now?"
Poof.
Beside them, Matty couldn't help but laugh, then covered her mouth, her whole body shaking with laughter.
Su Ying's delicate and cute little face looked a bit bewildered, but soon she couldn't help but giggle, hugging Su Ziyu's neck while holding the little handgun, she tilted her head and pecked his cheek lightly, whispering, "Thank you, Dad."
Her mind was even more mature than Su Ziyu had imagined.
Indeed.
If her mind wasn't mature enough, how could she have escaped from the Academy?
After Su Ziyu left, Matty couldn't help but nudge the little girl beside her with her arm, leaned in, and whispered: "Your dad is so fun. He still treats you like a child."
