Lin Huahua stared at him as though she had just been struck in the head with a giant wooden hammer.
Her mouth opened.
Closed.
Opened again.
Then she pointed at herself in disbelief. "Me?"
Lin Zhanshan said, "Yes. You."
Lin Huahua looked around the cave as if hoping that maybe there was another Lin Huahua hiding behind a curtain who was the real target of this cruelty.
There was not.
So she turned back to him and gasped, "Pa, you would not do this to me, right?"
Lin Zhanshan remained unmoved.
Lin Huahua immediately changed strategies.
Her eyes turned glossy again.
Her voice softened. She knew her father's weakness was her tears so she was really prepared to use it against the old man.
