Chapter 7  : Who’s The Irresponsible Dad?

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Ye Sang lifted her skirt up slightly as she stumbled while holding the puppy tightly, she looked wronged as her eyes were filled with tears. It felt like she could cry a river.

She hated herself for wearing a Ru skirt: a long skirt that ties about the chest, the traditional clothing of Tang Dynasty Ru 1skirt.

The five-year-old child swayed like a little penguin when she ran. She fell occasionally, something that was unbearable even to the puppy’s eyes.

“Wu.” The puppy woofed and nudged against her lightly but secretly thought in disdain:

So stupid. 

Ye Sang sobbed as she climbed back up, finally having a mental breakdown, and wailed, “Wuu, I, I’m lost…”

The little puppy remained silent.

The Huo family’s mansion was indeed like a maze, she went around and no matter where she went, she couldn’t find the right way.

In order to not be ravaged by her demented daddy number one, the little thing sniffed and climbed up strongly, continuing to search for the ‘exit’ persistently.

Ye Sang walked around the stairs a few times and hesitantly looked at the door which looked simple but extravagant not far from her.

Grandpa taught her that she couldn’t randomly go into other people’s rooms.

But…

She was lost.

The little girl rubbed her teary eyes and approached the door. She heard the sound of footsteps near the stairs and quivered, quickly pushing open the door with all her might.

As soon as she went in, warmth immediately wrapped around her. Light and elegant fragrance filled her nostrils and the smell could make any restless person calm down.

Ye sang couldn’t help but yawn softly and her cat eyes were covered by a layer of mist. She hugged the puppy tightly in her arms and before she could study her surroundings, she was caught off guard by an elder’s eagle-like and judgemental eyes.

“…Where did this child come from?” Old Master Huo was in trance for a few seconds. Perhaps because it was his first time seeing a snow-like pretty little girl, he slightly relaxed his usual powerful voice.

Little Ye sang hesitated for a while and blinked her cat eyes. She met someone like her grandpas for the first time and she felt intimate towards him. She pursed her lips and replied earnestly, “My name is Ye Sang.”

Old Master Huo heard her milky voice and his heart almost melted.

His smileless face became warmer. He looked at the little girl who dressed like a ball of fluffiness, and he rubbed Ye Sang’s head with his hands, “…your surname is Ye?”

“How obedient.” A smile appeared in his eyes. Her head was as soft as he had imagined.

Perhaps Old Master Huo was old now, but he didn’t scold children with a stern face when he saw them as he did before.

The Huo family had been cold and quiet for almost twenty years, and his heart was soft for an adorable and soft little thing that had suddenly appeared.

The little thing subconsciously nudged against his hand and the milky smell on her was too sweet.

Old Master Huo was amused by her actions. He smiled lovingly and asked, “How old is Sangsang? Why did you come upstairs?”

Ye Sang tilted her head up sideways and her eyes lit up at the question, “Sangsang is five years old.”

She stood on tiptoes and whispered in her soft voice, “I didn’t mean to disturb Grandpa….”

“It’s, it’s Daddy, bad…” The girl pouted and mist filled her cat eyes, “He, he wants to pull my hair out…”

Old Master Huo couldn’t help but poke her white and marshmallow-like face. He wiped the corners of her eyes and narrowed his muddy eyes, questioning subconsciously, “Daddy?”

Who’s the irresponsible Dad?