At the mention of her father, Angel Qiao's eyes lit up with anticipation. But soon, a disappointed expression appeared on her face. She said dejectedly, "I have many fathers, but none of them can be by my side for long."
"Many daddies?" Huo Zhou frowned. His wrinkles were so deep that they could kill a fly.
Angel Qiao nodded. "Yes. Uncle was my daddy too. The handsome uncle on TV was also my daddy. And Uncle Doctor is also my daddy. The portrait in Mommy's sketchbook is also my daddy."
Because of the angel's childish expression, the few people who had never come into contact with children were puzzled. But the general idea that Angel Qiao gave them was that they had saw a father figure whenever they come into contact with a pleasant uncle.
Huo Zhou felt a headache coming on. "Why can't this child express herself properly? Is she Qiao An's biological child? Why didn't she inherit Qiao An's blessed mouth at all?"
