Chapter 162: Tossed Back to Her Own Turf

He still had to come over personally for this.

Who knew that as soon as he walked in, he would hear this nonsensical talk from Song Qingwan, and his quick temper flared up on the spot:

"Delay what delay, what’s there to delay! Such a big person, and you have no discipline at all! If today is the first day of school, you have to go today, otherwise what about other kids who are supposed to start kindergarten?"

Song Qingwan knew that she was being too fanciful and also realized that sooner or later, she had to let the little girl go independently.

But these past few days, she was able to see the little girl every day and often heard her sweet little voice calling her aunty.

She was already used to having the little girl around.

The thought of later on hearing less of that "aunty" and seeing less of the little girl’s cute face was enough to break her heart.

"Besides!"

The old man leaned on his cane, lifted his chin, and snorted coldly:

"I’ve already planned and arranged how the girl is getting to kindergarten, what car she’ll take, what bodyguards to bring, which route is the safest, and how to get there the fastest. I guarantee that absolutely nothing will happen on the way. If she’s not going today, wouldn’t that be wasting all my efforts!"

Song Qingwan: "..."

I suppose only your last word was true.

"Where’s that boy, Lu Junhan?"

The old man looked around the living room, frowning slightly, and said,

"It’s such a big deal for his daughter to start school, he can’t still be asleep, right?"

Not seeing anyone in the living room, the old man looked visibly displeased and called Lu Junhan. The call was hung up, so he kept dialing, his face growing darker,

"I knew he was unreliable, look at the time, and he’s still not up—"

"Are you all blind?"

Suddenly, a drowsy yet cold voice came from upstairs:

"Kindergarten starts at 9 am, and it’s only fucking 6:30 now. What’s the point of going to kindergarten this early? To help the janitor sweep the floors? Are you sure you have brains?"

These extremely cold words were mercilessly sharp and dripping with venom!

Indeed, a man with a temper in the morning should not be provoked.

Song Qingwan: "..."

The old man: "..."

In front of the full-length mirror, the equally sleepy little girl, seeing him upstairs, lit up with her dark eyes and tilted her head excitedly, saying:

"Daddy, you’re awake?"

On the third floor.

Wearing a black pajama, the man with a face full of coldness and impatience curled his thin lips coldly, crossed his arms, and looked down at the little girl, gritting his teeth with a cold smile:

"Yeah, I’m awake, thanks to you!"

At 6 in the morning, the little girl remembered that her aunty told her yesterday to get up at 6 to go to school.

So, she got up at 6 and started shaking her still-sleeping dad desperately.

Lu Junhan slightly frowned without even opening his eyes, habitually reached out and grabbed her, and tossed her in a certain direction.

Swiftly and neatly, he threw the little girl back to her own turf.

After being tossed back a few times, the little girl realized that pushing dad wouldn’t work, so she started her remote Lu Li-style nagging:

"Daddy, get up! It’s 6 o’clock! It’s already 6! Aunty told me yesterday if Li Li doesn’t get up by six, she’ll be late for school, and if she’s late, she won’t be able to go to school anymore. It’s already 6:10 now, Daddy, get up, get up quickly and send Li Li to school! Li Li is really going to be late..."

With closed eyes and a dark face full of impatience, Lu Junhan groped around a bit for the little girl but didn’t reach her.

Annoyed by the noise, he opened his eyes filled with rage and irritability from the bed.