"Dad... what are you doing?"
Just as Fang Mo was about to reach out and rub the little Battle Wolf's head, his precious daughter's voice drifted over.
"As everyone knows, I'm a very caring person."
Without turning around, Fang Mo slowly said in an exceptionally certain tone, "Whenever I encounter a stray little animal, I adopt it on the spot. I'd never wait until it died before putting on a show of sympathy. For example, your dad here is currently preparing to adopt a stray little dumb dog."
"Are you deliberately using stray animals as an excuse to muddle through this?"
But Little Momo was not fooled in the slightest. Instead, she gave Fang Mo a long look. "Haki Dad, you..."
"What the hell kind of nickname is that?"
Even Fang Mo found that hard to take after hearing what his daughter called him. He helplessly rubbed his forehead. "It's over. Feels like we need to invite an expert into the house..."
"Bastard Dad, even if you invited a divine being, it would be useless."
Little Momo clearly had no intention of letting him off. She quietly leaned closer and whispered, "I'm going to tell Mom that you've been secretly taking care of a single wolf-eared loli mom!"
"Ahem, good daughter, we can talk this out."
Fang Mo's attitude immediately took a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. "If you tell your mom about this... it won't do either of us any good."
"I don't care!"
Little Momo tossed her head. "Hmph. This is clearly your own problem, Dad. You used to obsessively pet birds, and now you're secretly making babies behind my back..."
"Did you learn Mandarin from a news reporter or something?"
Fang Mo rubbed his temples with a headache. "What do you mean, obsessively petting birds and secretly making babies? Is