But Song Qingwan truly lives up to her reputation as someone who can remain unflustered even after weathering storms.
The next second, she looked righteously indignant and began to awkwardly change the topic:
"I mean... your dad is such a brute! How could he do that to your fish! It's so pitiful!"
The little girl was immediately distracted, but when she thought again about the poor fish, she looked utterly distressed, rubbing her eyes, and she was about to cry again...
"My fish... boohoo my fish..."
Seeing this, Song Qingwan quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears, and gently soothed:
"It's okay, it's okay... I'll have someone take this poor fish and braise it later! Just like last time, I won't let your fish die in vain! I promise I'll cook it deliciously!"
But this time, the little girl wasn't so easily deceived. With her red eyes, she pitifully gazed at her, quietly sobbing:
"But... but, the fish is still dead, into many pieces, and even the head is gone..."
"..."
