Chapter 1413
National School Prince Is A Girl
1413 Untitled
âDad,â she called out first.
The man lying on the sofa with a comic book covering his face ignored her.
She ran over, steadied herself, and pulled off the comic book. âMr. Bo, I have something to tell you.â
âWhat is it?â The man yawned, looking lazy and not at all like a man that had already become a father. âDid you break the glass of someoneâs house or did you bully another kid into tears? Little Bo Jiu, how many times have I told you, you have to be more serious. From my memory, you should be standing in front of the window and reflecting right now.â
âI was reflecting,â Bo Jiu replied seriously. âBut my soul was robbed off.â
The man sighed. His handsome face, alongside his black hair, gave off an unruly feeling. âAs if I would believe that.â
âDad, I think we need to have a good talk,â Bo Jiu said with wide eyes, her little tiger tail sweeping the floor.
The man casually propped up his chin. âThank God, you finally have the consciousness to have a good talk with me. What do you want to talk about? About the little children you have beaten since you moved here?â
âThey are three years older than me and not little anymore. Iâm the little child.â Bo Jiu caressed her tigerâs ears. âTalking about it makes me feel shy.â
The man laid back, his long slender legs leaning forward. âShy? You? Darling, you donât have a shy bone in you at all. What are you up to now?â
Bo Jiu thought for a while. She pattered over to the side, then pattered back, holding a piggy bank in her hand. âI want to buy something.â
âWhy are you telling me about something so trivial?â The man stood up and touched his daughterâs piggy bank with his finger. âMaster Jiu, the black card I gave you seems to be inside.â When had his daughter become so lavish?
Bo Jiu had a serious expression. âItâs expensive.â Even though she wasnât sure how much it cost, it looked expensive. With that in mind, Bo Jiu glanced next door once more. It was a pity that the little princess hadnât appeared again after entering the house.
The man broke into a smile. Probably because of his good looks and natural mischief, there was a contrast to his beauty despite wearing a white shirt. âYou can ask your mother about this. Iâm not in charge of the money at home. Donât forget, your mother is bringing home money now.â
Little Bo Jiu admired her father very much sometimes. He was like a little puppy in front of her mother. But when her mother wasnât around, he could turn into an entirely different person the next second. Her father had said that this was a little secret between the two of them and that she could not tell her mother. Her mother was responsible for earning money for the family and they were in charge of being adorable.
Little Bo Jiu didnât have any comments. After all, her father was of age and could still act adorable. Since she was just a five-year-old, wearing a tiger pajama didnât mean much.
âWhat time is mom coming home today?â Bo Jiu asked, scratching the itch on her face.
Her father had never been good with kids and when he heard the question, a grudgeful expression fell over his handsome face. â11 pm. She told us to eat by ourselves. Come, Master Jiu, letâs play a game. The loser will cook instant noodles.â
âIâm not playing.â Bo Jiu hugged her wallet. âIâm still obsessed with beauty and canât help myself. I donât have the mood to cook noodles.â
The man was puzzled. What had this to do with beauty?