Her pre-emptive strike left Wyatt Winslow silent for a moment. He started the car, backed out from the school gate onto the main road, and asked, "What do you want?"
Holly Winslow giggled. "I want Dad to praise me."
Hearing this, Wyatt Winslow froze for a moment and turned to glance at her. The pale yellow coat made her small face look even fairer. She revealed a row of perfect teeth, and for an instant, her brilliant smile was the spitting image of a young Yvonne Lewis.
Whatever lecture he had been preparing seemed to vanish from his mind.
After a long pause, he managed a few words. "Keep up the good work."
Holly Winslow pouted, a little dissatisfied. "Dad~ that's not how you praise someone. You're supposed to say, 'My daughter is amazing!' or 'You're your dad's pride and joy!' or 'Dad is so proud of you'..."
