29 Tell A Story

The man in the bathrobe laid on his bed. Habitually, he reached out and grabbed the financial book on the bedside cabinet. His long, pale fingers flipped over a page before he replied coldly to the little girl, "No."

The little girl was not having it. Only her head had crossed the line in the beginning, but now her entire body had almost crossed over the makeshift border.

She blinked her eyes excitingly, "Can you tell me one? I would like to hear one."

"No."

The man repeated coldly as he scanned through the book. His finger had flipped over another page when he answered her question.

"Why not, daddy?"

The little girl's entire body had already crossed over by this point.

Her little head appeared in front of his eyes. Her black hair was like a small waterfall that flowed from behind her head, and its length was just enough to block Lu Junhan's sight of the book's contents.

Lu Junhan, "…"