Ye Wuge opened the fridge, took out milk and toast for two, poured the milk into a cup and put it in the microwave, then turned around, crossing his arms and watched her.
"Go on then, cry for me, I want to see."
Except when Jiayin was still a baby, he really hadn't seen her cry.
Jiayin stared hard, trying to force tears for quite a while, but her eyes remained dry. Helplessly, she ran to the tap, wet her fingertips, rubbed them under her eyes, then ran back in front of Ye Wuge, her peach blossom eyes looking moist at him.
Ye Wuge, speechless, touched his forehead, even her cheating is so blatantly obvious.
"Your daddy is a genius actor after all, how on earth did he raise such a peculiar daughter like you with such poor acting skills."
"I don't need to survive on acting skills," Jiayin pouted. "You know, I've never had a mommy since I was little, I'm a girl after all, and daddy, being a man, has done quite a lot raising me this way."
