Her small, triumphant laugh echoed through the quiet apartment.
Yuanfeng pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to laugh out loud.
Retire?
He was tempted to tell her that he could retire ten times over if he wanted to, considering he literally owned three research firms, a software company, and half the stock shares in one of the biggest conglomerates in the city, but where's the fun in that?
He crossed his arms and continued to watch her from the doorway, a soft smile curling his lips.
"Little fool," he thought fondly, "does she really think I'm too poor to afford her snacks?"
He recalled the other day when she had solemnly refused to buy new crayons because, and he quoted:
"Daddy works so hard. I don't need fancy colors. I'll mix red and blue to make purple myself!"
The way she said it with those sincere, shiny eyes nearly killed him on the spot.
