A Kind Father and a Filial Daughter

Liu Chang'an did not wait for her at the entrance to the residential complex. If he waited here, who knew when she would arrive.

Zhu Juntang was the only person who dared to make Liu Chang'an wait until he grew impatient, and still had plenty of nonsense to say afterward.

The proper thing to do was go upstairs and hurry her along, annoy her until she could not bear it anymore, and redirect all the torment she inflicted on him back onto herself.

By the time Liu Chang'an went upstairs, Zhu Juntang had only just finished lunch and had not even changed clothes. Standing on a self-balancing scooter shaped like a cloud, she waved at him. The scooter came gliding over, spraying mist in every direction, including upward.

Liu Chang'an frowned. As expected of someone who liked playing with Zhou Dongdong.

"You have been fortunate enough to witness a fairy riding the clouds and mist." Standing on the scooter and slightly taller than Liu Chang'an, Zhu Juntang felt especially imposing. She naturally spoke to him in a commanding tone. "After seeing my beauty and immortal aura, do you feel like prostrating yourself in worship?"

"Prostrate my ass." Liu Chang'an felt that if she rode that thing off the roof of Baolong Center, he might show her a little admiration.

But Liu Chang'an would not say that. She might think he would definitely save her and actually try it. Then what would he do—save her, or happily devote himself to raising a second child?

He was the one caught in a difficult position.

Seeing that he had no intention of worshipping her, Zhu Juntang did not mind. The old man was just being tsundere. It was obvious from his expression that he had struggled for a moment between worshipping her and