The enthusiastic Bo Nian suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, all enthusiasm gone.
"Dad, are you seriously asking, or just casually curious?"
"Just casually curious."
It felt like an arrow pierced her heart; she was thoroughly annoyed. "Dad, can we be a bit more serious when asking questions next time?"
"Okay."
Dismissive.
Bo Nian hummed, lips pouting, "Dad, I'm a bit short on cash lately, how about giving me some pocket money?"
Bo Yan looked up, staring at his daughter's crafty expression, chuckled, "Didn't you just boast to your mom about earning several million yourself? Why do you need money?"
"Boyfriend."
Yuran: "..."
Bo Yan: "..."
Yuran put down her bowl and chopsticks, "Are you worried you won't be able to marry?"
Bo Nian, "Who's worried about not getting married? I'm as pretty as a flower, who wouldn't like a vivacious beauty like me? I'm worried men are blind and can't see my youthful, unbeatable charm."
