His mother would often point his nose at home and say lovingly: "You, you learned this bad temper from your father!"
Therefore, he was extremely demanding of perfection, even though he worked hard and practiced for this calligraphy for a long time.
But if it gets dirty, it's just like trash.
He doesn't want anything imperfect, he wants something flawless.
Especially, this is a gift for dad!
Once it's dirty, it's garbage, no more.
He ignored Jasmine and stood up on his own.
But Jasmine was even more panicked, and tugged at the corner of his clothes regardless of appearance: "You...don't be angry...I, I will compensate you, okay...I...I will compensate you for whatever you want...
It doesn’t matter how much you want... This is not enough, please stop acting like this..."
Huo Ziming turned his head coldly and stared at Jasmine's little hand holding the corner of his clothes.
That little hand was actually as sparkling and cute as a doll's, but in Huo Ziming's eyes, it was as hateful as a crow's paw.
He raised his lips and said, "Let go."
"Ah?" Jasmine was completely overwhelmed by his two light words. She stared blankly at the boy's face. The once proud princess was gone, and tears rolled down her eyes.
"I say, Your Highness, not everything can be bought with money." Huo Ziming looked at the red-faced little girl with a cold expression, not like a ten-year-old boy at all, "And a real princess can't buy it with money."
It won’t be so tacky.”
"I...I...I..." Jasmine's lips were dry and she didn't know what to say.
Huo Ziming sneered and lowered his head to leave.
But at this moment, Huo Ziming and Jasmine discovered that Huo Ziming's white sneakers were also stained with ink.
Jasmine seemed to be about to cry now.
Huo Ziming didn't say anything and walked away.
Jasmine followed behind: "Well, your shoes...I'll pay you..." At this point, she suddenly remembered that Huo Ziming just laughed at herself for being tacky and only knew how to use money, so she quickly changed her words, "I'll take it home and ask someone to help you."
Wash...be sure to wash it thoroughly..."
"No, princess."
"Then..." Jasmine mustered up all her courage and shouted, "I'll wash it for you..."
The whole audience was shocked.
The princess said she wanted to wash someone's shoes?
It’s almost as if the sun has come out in the south, and the princess didn’t even pick out the fish bones herself...
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But Huo Ziming had already strode away and reached the door. His old servant was already waiting there, holding a pair of brand new sneakers in his hand.
Don't know how it happened so fast.
Huo Ziming threw away his original shoes, put on clean shoes, and ordered coldly: "Throw it away, garbage."
The old servant replied respectfully: "Yes, Master."
Jasmine stared at this scene blankly, remembering that she said she wanted to wash it for him, but she had never washed anyone's shoes in her life, not even her father's shoes.
But in his eyes, it's all rubbish, it's all rubbish...
She finally rushed out the door, hid in her private dressing room, and cried loudly.
From then on, Jasmine never spoke to Huo Ziming again.
The girls in the class all talked about the good show that day. Everyone knew that the princess liked Huo Ziming, but the prince ignored her at all.
It’s so cool!!!!!!
Jasmine also knew that everyone was talking about this, and her mood became increasingly gloomy.
I don’t even want to deal with Huo Ziming anymore.
This chapter has been completed!