Thud~
A knuckle rapped against Zhao Xiaoxiao's forehead.
Jiang Siming said indignantly, "What are you thinking about all day, you little brat? Does your father look like that kind of person?"
Zhao Xiaoxiao covered her forehead, pouting as she stubbornly held to her opinion.
"I think that with your personality, Dad, if Mom doesn't keep you company, you must have other ways. Let me guess."
As Zhao Xiaoxiao spoke, she rubbed her chin and put on a thoughtful expression, beginning her "Sherlock Xiaoxiao" analysis.
"You kept going out during that time, leaving at sunrise and returning at sunset. You were probably keeping some woman on the outside. Going by the way you men operate, with someone as rich as you, Dad, keeping some big celebrity would be incredibly easy. Maybe some new starlet, or perhaps someone from overseas. A Korean girl group, or some Hollywood celebrity—any of them are possible."
When Jiang Siming heard her analysis, he began to feel a little panicked.
Damn, could this girl really have a talent for being a detective? She even guessed that?
Although most of her guess was wrong—he had only been going out during that time to supervise construction on the new house, so it was all a misunderstanding.
But as for what Zhao Xiaoxiao said about keeping a girl group... Ahem, he really did have one.
And that wasn't all.
"Also, Dad, you often go into seclusion. Although it only lasts a few days each time, whenever you come out, you look like you've done something guilty. That makes me suspect you're playing with ghosts in there. And also, um!"
Before Zhao Xiaoxiao could finish, Jiang Siming covered her mouth.
"What are you thinking about all day? Can't you think about something meaningful? It's all baseless nonsense, all your own wild