Young Master Liu looked at the little cutie's erratic eyes, slightly panicked, and gently pulled out a creased piece of rice paper from the paperwork in his hand.
Throwing the document on the desk, Liu Mingzhi gently held a corner of the rice paper in his hand, and slowly stretched it towards the little cutie's eyes, with a sinister smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"Stinky girl, it turns out that you, me, and I are actually such people in your mind!
Father and daughter have been getting along for so many years, but your father and I can get such a high evaluation in your heart, stinky girl, I am really honored, young master!"
Liu Chengzhi's brothers and sisters shuddered involuntarily when they heard their father's sinister tone, and subconsciously raised their eyes to look at the rice paper in Young Master Liu's hand.
The brothers and sisters took a closer look and saw a line of elegant calligraphy written on the rice paper in dad's hand.
'Smelly daddy, you old bastard, what do you have to worry about? I think you are just worried."
Under this line of elegant text, there is also a vivid and lifelike big pig head painted.
Although this big pig head is not signed, as long as anyone with a brain thinks about it for a moment, they will understand what this pig head means.
At this moment, Liu Chengzhi and his five brothers and sisters finally understood why their father's expression was so complicated and changeable when he was flipping through the little cutie's documents.
At the same time, it is also clear who created this masterpiece on rice paper.
Liu Chengzhi and the other five of them silently moved their eyes away from the contents on the rice paper. They secretly glanced at their father's indescribably calm expression and hurriedly withdrew their gaze.
The little cutie swallowed twice and instinctively lowered her slender legs, ready to run away at any moment.
However, for a moment, the little cutie did not rush out of the door immediately, but looked at Young Master Liu blinking his exquisite and bright eyes, and said softly in a delicate tone: "Daddy, Yue'er's dearest daddy,
If Yue'er tells you that I don't know what's going on, would you believe it?"
Liu Mingzhi shook the rice paper in his hand a few times, turned his head slightly and stared at Xiao Ke, who was smiling and licking his face, and laughed.
"Hehehe, I believe it, of course my father believes it.
Yue'er, you are my most beloved 'good daughter' Liu Luoyue. As a father, I believe in you no matter what you say, and I believe in you unconditionally.
But since you yourself don't know what happened, you had no choice but to find out the truth of the matter, so your father had no choice but to examine a pair of handwritings.
Since this piece of rice paper was found by my father in your paperwork, for the sake of fairness, my father will first compare it with the handwriting on your paperwork.
Alas, I don't know who was so bold as to include such a thing in the document you submitted to your father, Yue'er.
Isn't this an obvious attempt to frame you, Yue'er, so as to take the opportunity to drive a wedge between our father and daughter, who have a deep relationship with each other?
It seems that for such a hateful person with ulterior motives, it would be best not for me, my father, to find out who she is.
Otherwise, even if my father doesn't skin her, he will at least break the legs of this brave person, so as to scare the monkeys and set the record straight."
As soon as Mr. Liu finished speaking, he made a gesture of going to get the little cutie's paperwork.
Seeing this, the little cutie suddenly stood up and quickly pressed her hands on Young Master Liu's wrists.
Young Master Liu raised his brows slightly and looked at the cute little girl opposite him pretending to be puzzled, with an obvious look of 'confusion' on his face.
"Yue'er, what do you mean by this? Have you ever thought of someone who is deliberately driving a wedge between you and me as a father and daughter?"
The little cutie looked at her father with a pitiful face, pretending to be confused, and with a forced smile, she gently stroked the back of Young Master Liu's hand and laughed a few times.
"Dad, what are you doing? Where do you get such anger?
As the saying goes, God is merciful and will be merciful to others. As a majestic king of a country, why do you need to be as knowledgeable as an unknown little person?
Looking around the world, who doesn’t know that you, dad, are the most kind-hearted people?
Besides, how can this little trick, which is not on the table, alienate the family relationship between our father and daughter, which is as strong as ever?
Do you think Yue'er is right? It's just a little trick, and you really don't need to take it so seriously.
It’s not worth getting angry over such a trivial matter, so don’t do it!”
Young Master Liu sneered a few times and took out the wrist that was pinned to the table by the little cutie.
"Yue'er, you are totally wrong to say that. You are also a person who has read a lot of poetry and books. How can you not know that you should not do good deeds if they are small, and do not do evil deeds if they are small?
If my father doesn't catch him today and give him a small punishment, who knows what kind of disaster this person will cause in the future!
As my good daughter and the princess of the dynasty, you cannot be so indifferent to this matter!"
The little cutie's face turned bitter, and she pressed the old man's wrist on the table again.
"Good dad, please stop talking. If Yue'er says that this is actually just a misunderstanding, would you believe it?"
Young Master Liu chuckled, slapped the rice paper in his hand on the desk, stared at the cute little girl with a smile on his face, and casually took off his shoes and held them in his hands.
"Stinky girl, do you think I believe you or not?"
When the little cutie saw the shoe that Mr. Liu was holding in his hand, he hurriedly released his hands that were holding his father's other hand, and gradually retreated back with a depressed expression.
"Dad, calm down, you must calm down, don't do this!
Yue'er told you that this was actually a misunderstanding, why don't you believe it!"
Young Master Liu stared at the little cutie who was ready to run away, took a few heavy breaths and dropped the shoes in his hand on the ground.
Sitting on the chair again, Mr. Liu took some tea and moistened his throat. He glared angrily and stared at himself warily, just in case something unexpected happened at any time. The little cutie snorted heavily.
"Go back to your chair and sit down."
"Dad, why don't you do it? No, why don't you do it?"
Liu Mingzhi put down the teacup casually, looked at the rice paper on the table and pursed his lips.
“Just because I’m not moving for the time being doesn’t mean that my father will always be moving.
Smelly girl, if you don’t explain this to me today, you’ll be ready to spend the rest of your life on crutches.”
The little cutie sat back on the chair with a resentful expression, scratched his neck and looked at his masterpiece on the table.
"Explain what? There is no explanation for this!"
"Um?"
When the little cutie saw the old man's expression changing again, he nodded hurriedly.
"Explain, I'll explain, Yue'er will explain right away."
The little cutie picked up the tea, took a sip, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dad, how old is Duan Dingbang this year?"
"Early nineteen, about to turn twenty. Why do you ask these questions?"