Shi Songtao looked embarrassed. He ignored Zhou Shu's teasing and stared at the little girl. "Pavilion Master, is she your daughter?"
He was beyond shocked. The pavilion master has only left us for a few months, and he already has a daughter? This doesn't make sense.
"This is our temporary home," Zhou Shu said to Xiaoyu'er before turning to Shi Songtao. "Her name is Xiaoyu'er. In the future, just treat her as my daughter."
Zhou Shu didn't explain Xiaoyu'er's origins, nor could he explain her origins.
"Hello, my name is Zhou Xiaoyu. I'm my daddy's daughter." Xiaoyu'er waved her hand and greeted Shi Songtao. "What's your name?"
Shi Songtao was infected by the little girl's innocent smile and subconsciously said, "My name is Shi Songtao."
"Your name doesn't sound good." Xiaoyu'er pursed her lips.
Shi Songtao: "…"
"Xiaoyu'er, don't be rude. Call him Uncle Shi from now on," Zhou Shu berated.