Nangong Bugu said nothing. She hid in a corner, staring wide-eyed at Zhao Han.
Seeing the wary, frightened look on Nangong Bugu's face, Zhao Han felt a pang in his heart and sighed. "Sigh, it's all my fault."
Then his eyes turned cold. "It's all the Nine Infant Family's fault. My daughter suffered terribly in your household. You deserved this calamity!"
He pushed all the blame onto the Nine Infant Family.
His daughter had surely suffered plenty of mistreatment. After Zhao Han wiped out the entire Nine Infant Family without distinction, the last vestige of pity and guilt in his heart vanished, and he felt much better.
"Uh... here, play with this toy."
Looking at his daughter, still barefoot, frail, and afraid of him, Zhao Han thought he should have some clothes and shoes custom-made for her, so she could change and warm up to him. He took Little Black off and handed it to her to play with and pass the time.
Sure enough, children were simple-hearted.
The moment she saw the palm-sized, adorable trinket, Nangong Bugu became much livelier. She grabbed Little Black and started pulling and tearing at it, wreaking havoc as she briefly forgot Zhao Han was even there.
Only Little Black suffered, and it didn't dare cry out too loudly.
Zhao Han looked speechlessly at Nangong Meng's withdrawn soul and murmured, "You gave birth to an unfilial daughter. I wonder whether she takes after you more or me."
With a wave of his hand, he put Nangong Meng back into his space.
Then Zhao Han took Bei Ming Chensi out onto the street, leaving Zhao Si next door to keep watch.
As they walked along the main street, Zhao Han quietly stole people's aptitudes while speaking softly.
"I remember asking you before if you had