Chapter 92: Just Dropping By

Fortunately, the car was spacious enough, so when the little girl was thrown, it didn’t hurt. She ended up sitting sideways on the seat.

Seeing her dad’s firm attitude, completely ignoring her, she kicked his suit pants with her little brown shoes several times, but he still wouldn’t pay her any attention.

The little girl puffed up her cheeks in anger and opened her mouth, ready to bite him:

"Bad Daddy! You’re ignoring me, so Li Li won’t pay you any mind either! Hmph!"

In response, the man only narrowed his eyes and let out a cold snort, completely unmoved.

The little girl bit his strong arm desperately, slobbering all over, yet the indifferent man gazing out the window couldn’t be bothered to give her even a glance.

The little girl held onto her dad’s arm, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Song Qingwan felt really sorry for her as she pulled the little girl over, offering soft comfort, and then sighed towards the cold-faced Lu Junhan:

"Well, don’t blame her. Li Li is still young. Also, I don’t think it’s entirely her fault. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Pei Xiubai for being so attractive. Who could blame Li Li for wanting to kiss someone so appealing!"

Song Qingwan sounded utterly self-assured, as if echoing those macho men who say women deserve harassment for dressing too provocatively. As she spoke, she kissed the little girl’s chubby face with a smile:

"Li Li, don’t you agree?"

The little girl blinked, touched her chubby face with her small hand, and said in a cute, hesitant voice: "Then... Auntie, why did you kiss me? Is it because Li Li is also so attractive?"

But from Auntie’s tone, it seems being too attractive isn’t a good thing.

Song Qingwan, who contradicted herself: "..."

"Of course not," Song Qingwan hadn’t expected to be contradicted so quickly and coughed awkwardly, gently rubbing the little girl:

"It’s because Li Li is so adorable that Auntie couldn’t resist kissing you! It has nothing to do with being attractive!"

"Then why doesn’t Auntie kiss Daddy?" The little girl asked innocently, "Daddy is very cute too."

Looking at Lu Junhan’s murderous, cold face, Song Qingwan shuddered in disgust at the thought of kissing him and quickly shifted her gaze to wash her eyes by looking at the adorable little girl.

Before she could say, "Your dad isn’t cute at all," the car door was opened from the outside.

The old man stood outside with a fishing rod, his hair slightly white, his temples frosted as if dyed with frost, yet his spirit was vigorous, his aged face as dignified as ever.

"What’s the matter?"

Lu Junhan lounged lazily in his seat, his long, slender fingers interlocked, casually raising his indifferent black eyes, lazy and carefree.

The old man looked at Lu Junhan inside, then unnaturally stroked his beard with his wrinkled hand, coughed heavily, and stated his intention:

"Whether you have anything or not, remember to come back often and visit this old man."

Before Lu Junhan could respond, Song Qingwan’s eyes widened in shock. She touched her goosebumps, looking flabbergasted:

"Wait a minute, Dad, do you know what you’re saying? This isn’t like you at all! Are you really crazy? Did you call a doctor? Is he reliable? When did he say you’ll get better?"

Song Qingwan asked a series of questions, showing just how shocked and surprised she was.

Without a word, the old man swung a fishing rod at her, furiously scolding: "You’re the crazy one! Speaking to your father like that—do you want to die?"

Song Qingwan dodged frantically while repeatedly begging for mercy.

Yes, this was the father she knew.

After hitting her a few times, the old man paused, retracted the fishing rod, and his gaze fell on Little Lu Li’s innocent face. He coughed heavily again and awkwardly added: "And... remember to bring this girl along."