Looking at his daughter, who was clinging to his arm and acting cute, Li Xiu felt a bit wronged. It was always like this. She would roast him, then immediately try to sweet-talk her way back into his good graces. But looking at his daughter, who so closely resembled his wife, he just couldn't bring himself to be harsh with her. Wiping a hand over his face, he said softly, "I had someone ask around. I'll tell you the details once I hear back. Nuonuo, you need to tone it down a bit when you're out. Don't forget, you're only seven, not seventeen!"
