Yaoyao pretended to be in pain and begged for mercy a few times without any pain: "Dad, it hurts! It hurts so much!"
"Look, you're still talking nonsense! You're neither big nor small, and you're rude! It's really outrageous, what a shame!" Father Nangong was angry, anxious, and funny...these expressions instantly changed on his face.
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It’s not easy! Such rich expressions... Yaoyao sighed in her heart, learn to be more...
"Dad, am I wrong?" Yaoyao admitted her mistake pitifully.
"...If you make a mistake, you still have to fight. If you don't fight, you won't be able to remember it!" Nangong's father was very determined at this moment. He grabbed Yaoyao with the attitude of strictly dealing with it.
"Dad, if you hit my daughter, it will hurt your hands and your heart... Besides, my daughter knows she is wrong!" Yaoyao pinched her thigh hard and squeezed out a few drops.
The look with tears in her eyes, the sincerity and touching expression she spoke,
Father Nangong put down his raised hand very punctually and rubbed it instead. He asked Yaoyao in a gentler tone: "Baby Yaoyao, do you know where you went wrong?"
"A daughter shouldn't talk back to her father!" Yaoyao curled her lips and said cautiously,
"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good!" Father Nangong nodded, with an expression of relief that a child can be taught,
"That's, that's because dad's education is so good!" Yaoyao took the opportunity to flatter Nangong's dad, directly touching his heart.
"It's good that you know!" Father Nangong smiled happily, his handsome face full of kindness.
"Dad, the more I look at him, the more I think he's good-looking! Extraordinarily handsome!" Yaoyao continued to praise Nangong's father as if there was honey in her mouth. Anyway, you don't need money to say good things...
"Yao Yao is really daddy's treasure!" Father Nangong was so proud of Yaoyao's praise that he glanced at Ji Tian, do you see it? Yaoyao in my family still likes me the most, so please get out of the way...
Ji Tian gave Father Nangong two cold looks like a "hygiene ball" with an expressionless face. Why are you so proud? A useless scholar with nothing but a stinky skin!
You are envious, you are jealous! Father Nangong turned his face back triumphantly and smiled brightly...