She climbed onto the bed, turning her back directly to Lu Junhan, indicating that she was very, very angry now!
The kind of anger that can't be soothed!!
Seeing her like this, the indifferent man raised his eyebrows slightly.
The person is quite small, but the temper is not.
Lu Junhan leaned against the headboard, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his expression hard to discern in the shadows, his deep, dark eyes deepening.
After a while, he spoke lightly:
"I can tell you a bedtime story, but you have to answer a question for me first."
The little girl didn't move, not even turning her body slightly, as if she was already asleep, completely ignoring Lu Junhan's words.
But upon closer look, the tip of her fair little ear moved slightly.
Seeing her father keep silent, the little girl, who was sulking, got anxious.
She flipped over quickly, climbed up, and wrote on the writing board:
What question?
