The Familiar Maserati

Qin Haochen also remembered how Bai Zhou, that little brat, had bullied his little one, but thankfully she wasn't one to be easily pushed around and fought back.

Thinking of this, Qin Haochen couldn't help but pat his little one's head, softly praising her, "Well done."

Qin Sui'an shyly pursed her lips but still sensibly replied, "Ann doesn't hit people for no reason; Bai Zhou was the bad one."

Her memory was quite good, especially regarding Bai Zhou's hurtful words.

He had called her a discarded child; humph, she was anything but that—she had a daddy, a mommy, brothers, uncles, and grandparents who loved her very much.

Even though she didn't fully understand why she had gotten lost, she knew her family loved her, and she loved them back.

"Whoever bullies you, just hit them back; that's right. Ann did great, and you should keep doing that in the future," Qin Haochen added, affectionately ruffling her hair.