Daddy, You're in Charge of Paying

An'an had put her hair into a bun, revealing her ethereal face and defined neckline. She looked at Lu Yan with her lustrous eyes, asking, "Daddy, why is it you? Where's Junxun?"

She wanted to leave the fitting room.

But Lu Yan had blocked the door and she wasn't able to do so.

Lu Yan stared at her tiny face, asking, "How far have things gone between you and that young fellow?"

An'an questioned Lu Yan instead, "Daddy is checking on his daughter's love life now?"

Lu Yan's face contorted with anger, he glared at her with bloodshot eyes and gave her a word of advice. "Girls should know how to protect themselves. You're only going to lessen your worth by letting men possess you at such an early stage. You never know whether you'll meet someone even better in the future. When that person minds your past, there's no use regretting it then."

Ha, An'an sneered. Just because she had called him Daddy, he really thought of himself as her father?