"Only my mom, such a good university professor, would be blind enough to fall for you."
"Hiss, you kid, how can you talk like that," Ivy's dad glared at Ivy Miller.
"See, you've heard so much flattery, now you can't handle someone telling you the truth, is that it?
Dad, you're being hypocritical, too hypocritical. The circle you live in isn't real."
"Fine, fine, I don't feel like talking to you. It's the New Year, and there's not a word of something nice."
Ivy's dad picked up a newspaper, shook it a bit, and stopped looking at his daughter.
Ivy Miller chuckled and touched her belly, "Baby, if you turn out to be a boy, listen closely, don't be like your grandpa—self-centered and overbearing."
"Tsk," her dad put down the newspaper and glared at her, "Is that how you teach a child?"
Ivy Miller laughed, "Alright, I'm not joking with you, Dad, I'm serious. You need to change your temper.
