Watching his daughter being so considerate, Lu Xiao felt a soft spot in his heart: "Good girl, Xiaohua, you know how to pour water for Daddy now."
But the next second, he saw her little head lean over, nestling in his arms with a pitiful look, not saying a word.
Lu Xiao slightly raised his eyebrow, picked her up and sat her on his lap, asking:
"What's wrong? Not happy?"
Lu Xiaohua was still immersed in the sadness of being spanked by her mother, her eyes turned red, her little hands clutching her shirt, brewing a sense of grievance, looking pitiful, and muttered:
"…Daddy, what if someone hits your daughter…"
Little Niuniu probed carefully.
Not daring to say who did it.
Lu Xiao upon hearing this: "..."
He couldn't help but remember the phone call from Wen Xian on the way back.
He blinked, pretended to be a bit angry, lightly coughed with a fist to his lips, and said, "Who dares to hit my precious daughter?! How could they do such a thing!"
