Then, she strode toward her son excitedly. “Xiaoqi, sleep with Mommy tonight!”
Xiaoqi ran out of his room with a pillow in his arms and took a look at Huo Ci, who was standing at the kitchen door with a dark face. He smiled and said, “Grandpa, I’m sleeping with Mommy tonight. You can sleep alone!”
Huo Ci gritted his teeth and shot him a cold look. Look at this heartless brat. Now that his mother was back, he was nothing, right?
That brat!
Just you wait!
He would make a fuss about sleeping with him again in the future. If he relented and agreed, his surname would not be Huo!
The living room fell silent, and the lights were switched off.
Huo Ci stood alone in the kitchen, washing the dishes. All he could hear was the sound of water flowing. His handsome face was gloomy. The more he thought about it, the more miserable he felt. He was so angry that he wanted to smash the plate he was holding. In the end, he put it down gently.
However, when he put the bowls back in the cupboard, the top bowl shook and suddenly fell, shattering with a crisp sound.
When one was unlucky, everything just went to hell. While he was cursing and squatting down to pick up the porcelain pieces, his hand was accidentally cut. When he saw blood flowing down, his brows furrowed even more.
F*ck!
He was already very angry because he had seen someone he had not wanted to see that day. When he’d returned home, everyone had given him a nasty look. Now, they even wanted to make life difficult for him! He could not live like this anymore!
When Ling Sheng walked over quietly, she saw her father’s dark, handsome face staring at his bleeding hand. Things were extremely bad and scary. She thought she should just turn around and run. However, when she saw his bleeding hand, her heart softened. “Father, let me treat your wound!”
Huo Ci was stunned. The lights in the living room were switched off. While she stood at the door, the light was a little dim. Instantly, he thought he saw another figure appear in front of him. He growled in annoyance. “Scram!”
Ling Sheng was not someone who could be chased away with a single shout. She felt increasingly more able to take the abuse as she took the first-aid kit out and pinned him on the sofa forcefully to treat his wound.
There was a long gash in the area between his thumb and index finger. It was not deep, but a lot of blood had flowed out. She disinfected it, applied some medicine, and even wrapped it with gauze. She even tied a bow in what she deemed a nimble act. She smiled as he looked up and asked to be praised. “Father, does it look nice?”
Huo Ci looked at his dumb daughter in disdain. “What kind of bandage is this?”
Ling Sheng tilted her head and took a closer look before praising herself firmly. “It’s very nice. You don’t understand. This is a bow.”
Huo Ci looked at the bow, his eyes darkening. No one but the brat in front of him could tie a bow this ugly.
F*ck!
This was crazy!
Was it because he had seen her today?
Why would he think of her no matter what he saw?
As Huo Ci was about to go to bed, Ling Sheng knocked on the door and opened it a crack before placing an exquisite gift box on the table. In a small voice, she said, “Father, this is your gift.”
Huo Ci gave her a sideways look of disdain. For some reason, his mood improved when he saw the gift box. When he saw her turn to leave, he asked, “How did you get back?”
Ling Sheng stopped in her tracks. She had not expected her father to ask something so humane. “We took a taxi back.”
Huo Ci nodded and opened the gift box. It contained a blue scarf. The corners of his lips curled up slightly. Raising a daughter he had gotten for nothing was still useful.