One brother leaned in and said, "You really do look cute there though."
The other nodded. "Very cute. Like a small fluffy steamed bun that got dropped into the wrong century."
Lin Huahua should have been offended.
Instead, she looked pleased.
Lin Zhanshan saw this and felt a headache rise.
That was the problem with surrounding her with this many people who spoiled her. She only became more unbearable.
How could he even possibly bring her back when here brothers were even worse than him her father.
All they did was give her money and take her shopping. Never letting her even move a hair on her body.
And now they expected him to trust their words.
Lin Huahua, sensing support at last, immediately struck again.
"Fine," she said, turning noble and tragic in one breath. "I want to talk to Ma."
Her brothers brightened instantly.
"Yes, yes, let's call Ma!"
"Mother can definitely convince Father."
"She misses you the most."
