"Dad, he won't let me help."

Zhou Ziwu didn't say anything, and looked like "I told you so".

Chu Qingqiu snorted and lowered his voice: "But it's really strange. When I first entered, Dad actually had a smile on his face. I really rarely see him smile. What on earth did you say to him?

"

She didn't believe that Zhou Zhiwu could make him so happy just by asking him to make pancakes.

"This is our father and son's secret, please don't pry."

Zhou Ziwu looked mysterious.

Do you want to tell her that one of your songs made her father cry?

Dad doesn’t want to lose face.

"Tch." Chu Qingqiu snorted disdainfully, "If you don't tell me, don't tell me. I don't want to know at all."

Zhou Ziwu: "..."

Chu Qingqiu: "Even if you beg me and want to tell me, I don't want to know!"

Zhou Ziwu: "..."

Half a minute later.

"Tell me—ah~ah~"

She drawled and shook his arm.

Zhou Ziwu almost broke through the enemy's coquettish offensive, but in the end, he still held on to his bottom line.

Brushing away the two delicate hands on his arms.

"I won't tell you, I won't tell you, I won't tell you (wink)."

"I congratulate you!"

Chu Qingqiu finally couldn't bear his despicable look, and the iron fist of justice began to be executed!
Chapter completed!