"Daddy…"
Immediately, Pudding turned and ran upstairs, throwing her arms around Qin Chu's thighs.
"Hon, listen to me… I didn't mean it…"
Before she could finish, Qin Chu carried Pudding into his study.
Dropping her cake, Little Bean followed them.
The housemaids ran from the living room, too.
In the study, Qin Chu took out the first-aid kit, dressed Pudding's wound and put an ice pack on her cheek.
Her small cheek had swollen under the force of the slap.
Qin Chu's heart ached to see her like this.
"Daddy, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt."
"You can have the puppy. I'll help you take the golden retriever back and buy a dog house and food for it."
"What about Mommy?"
"Leave her to me."
Pudding didn't dare to say more.
After dressing the wound, Qin Chu told the kids, "Stay in the study. I'll go and talk to her."
