Dad had just scolded her, but Jiayun didn't show a hint of remorse. She even had that "I'm a little punk and proud of it" look on her face. "Dad, I'm totally going to tell Mom what you just said. Are you saying I'm as disgraceful as Mom or what?"
Zhan Moxiao patted his younger daughter's head dotingly. "You little fox, so naughty!"
After finishing with the younger daughter, Zhan Moxiao turned to look at his eldest. Knowing she was upset because of Zhan Lingtao, he wasn't worried anymore. He comforted her, "You don't need to be sad over this. Dad has faith in Xiao Tuo, and I know him well enough—if he said he'd come back, he will. Even if knives are falling from the sky, he'll still show up in front of you. He would never break his word."
