Chapter 200: Your Dad Sells Fish

The old man: "..."

Song Qingwan: "..."

Selling fish...

It’s even worse than digging coal or selling houses!

Besides, darling, do you have a death wish!

Saying such things right in front of your dad!

Don’t you know your dad is the most petty person ever?!!!

"Oh, so I’m just a fishmonger,"

It was unclear how much time had passed.

The indifferent and handsome man let out a cold, sinister laugh from his thin lips. His black eyes fixed on the little girl, squinting with a cold smile, he spoke each word with a chilling intent:

"Why didn’t I know that."

The delicate little girl looked utterly confused, completely unaware of the impending danger, scratching her head and naively adding fuel to the fire:

"Yeah, Daddy, how could you not know?"

Lu Junhan: "..."

Song Qingwan: "..."

Three seconds later—

Seeing something unknown, Song Qingwan’s expression changed drastically. She suddenly bent down—

Scooped up the still clueless and innocent little girl, and ran!

Shouting loudly as she ran:

"Hey...you silly boy, calm down! Calm down!! Don’t do anything rash!!"

The aloof and noble man gritted his teeth and let out a cold laugh.

Expressionless, he took off the luxury watch on his wrist, didn’t even look at it, and threw it onto the sofa, saying in a sinister tone:

"Calm your ass! I think she needs a lesson!"

"..."

The little girl was a bit upset.

After being put down by Song Qingwan, she turned around, angrily put her hands on her hips, pouted her little lips, and huffed at the man:

"I didn’t even say anything wrong, Daddy, why do you want to teach me a lesson? You are originally just a sell-mmm-mmm-mmm—"

"..."

Darling, you’re a real master at adding fuel to the fire!

Song Qingwan was really about to cry, covering the little girl’s mouth with her hand, seeing Lu Junhan’s expression becoming colder, she was at a loss.

Suddenly turning her head, she saw the old man still sitting on the sofa and urgently shouted:

"Dad, Dad, what are you still sitting there for? Come and help! Don’t you want to go fishing anymore?!"

The old man heard this, quickly got up from the sofa, and his tall figure stood in front of Lu Junhan with a cold face.

Faced with Lu Junhan’s cold, icy black eyes, his typically solemn and dignified face showed a slight hint of embarrassment.

The old man coughed heavily into his fist:

"Actually, there’s no high or low in professions. There’s nothing wrong with selling fish, you...ahem, just look at it positively—"

"Yeah," on the other side, Song Qingwan kept a tight hold over the little girl’s mouth and hurriedly said:

"And, and men and women shouldn’t be too close, you really can’t hit Li Li. If you do, then, then it would be inappropriate."

"..."

"Besides, look, she’s almost scared to tears by you..."

Lu Junhan, with a cold face, glanced at the little girl in Song Qingwan’s hands who was struggling and trying to speak, full of indignation, and let out a dismissive cold laugh.

Took a deep breath with eyes closed, coldly chuckling as he sat back on the sofa.

His eyes narrowed coldly, lips pressed tightly, and his face full of displeasure.

Great, another idiot kid around.

And this one is from my own family.

Can’t even discipline her.

Seeing he no longer seemed intent on dealing with Li Li, Song Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief.

However, a dignified CEO of Hai City’s top group, actually reduced to a street fish seller.

If he doesn’t get a harsh lesson, it would truly be an affront to that brat’s bad temper.

To prevent Li Li from stepping on landmines again and provoking that brat.

Song Qingwan thought it over and decided to correct it from the source.

She let go of the hand covering the little girl’s mouth, squatted down, and gently asked the little girl:

"Li Li, tell auntie honestly, who told you that your dad is a fish seller?"