Hua instinctively rubbed her arm.
Thankfully, she had no goosebumps.
After spending eight years with her guardian, Hua had grown used to his way of speaking.
For example, when she was dejected, her guardian would deliberately sidle up and ask, "What? You're not crying, are you?"
Or when she was angry, her guardian would add fuel to the fire, making her redirect her anger toward him.
How was this someone thousands of years old?! His mental age was clearly that of a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old minor!
But setting aside the process and looking only at the results... it really did help regulate her emotions.
Aside from messing with her head, her guardian also loved saying embarrassingly sentimental things.
Yet no matter how sentimental he got, he had never acknowledged their father-daughter relationship.
Hua did not mind that.
As the Chief Strategist had said, why bother arguing with him?
His immaturity was one thing, but did Hua really have to lower her own mental age to match?
The way he was talking... had he seen another joke about Blondie?
With that suspicion in mind, Hua took a deep breath, rose, and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window.
She summoned her patience-the same patience she had used while volunteering to look after unruly children to experience everyday life-and said earnestly:
"Stop reading jokes on StarNet. I told you, I'm not getting married."
Xianyu felt utterly helpless.
"I wasn't looking at StarNet... never mind. Let's drop that."
He changed the subject, his tone certain.
"I believe that with your abilities, you can easily overcome any difficulty."
"Don't worry about what other people think. The more you care, the easier it is for them to control you."
"If one person hates you, that's their problem. If a whole group hates you, it's because they