You Heard it Wrong

When everyone in the room started to doubt their own sense of hearing, the look in Lu Junhan's eyes turned dark.

His dangerous eyes were fixated on the cute but feisty little girl that had her fists planted on her waist as if trying to locate any clues that she was only putting up an act in front of him.

But there was none.

There was no trace that she was faking it.

She was dead serious about wanting to avenge her daddy. Or at the very least, she didn't look like she had faked it. It didn't look like she purposely did what she did to get in daddy's good graces. It was like she genuinely felt that he had been bullied, and wanted to help him get off some steam.

He was well-known for his infamy. Only he would terrorize others, and only others would fear him. Those who knew him could sympathize with anyone else, but never with him. Even Song Qingwan, who had raised him as if she was his mother, wouldn't sympathize with him as well.