"Huh, what's this?" Zhouzhou noticed a piece of paper on the floor and bent down to pick it up.
Qin Lie's pupils contracted, and he instinctively exclaimed, "Don't look!"
Zhouzhou glanced at him strangely and lowered her head curiously to look at the paper.
Qin Lie's heart was already in his throat, and his face turned pale.
But unexpectedly, in the next moment, Zhouzhou blinked her eyes, only read a line, and then put the paper aside on the coffee table, muttering, "What does it say? I can't understand it."
After speaking, she shook her head, showing no interest in it, and ran over to Qin Lie. She climbed onto his lap, her chubby little hand resting on his knee, and her round face tilted up to look at him. Seeing his bad complexion, she tilted her little head and asked, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Dad has been easily frightened lately.
She thought for a moment, climbed onto his body, and pressed her forehead against his, saying, "Don't be afraid, Zhouzhou will protect Dad."