Ji Xiaoge fell silent because she suddenly realized that her dad, who spent his days being idle and whose greatest hobby was mooching food and drinks at relatives' and friends' houses, and lurking outside schools at night to ambush and knock out guys pursuing her, might not actually be a great person.
"Oh no, Xiaodao."
Ji Xiaoge's expression suddenly drooped, and she mumbled with a pouty face, "It was fine until you said that; now that you've mentioned it, the image of Dad in my mind is completely shattered!"
Involuntarily recalling her old man's face that wasn't exactly ugly but was just lazy and idle, Ji Xiaodao couldn't help but smile: "Sister, you didn't always think Dad was Superman, did you?"
"Dad said he saved the world."
Ji Xiaoge pouted, muttering with little confidence.
"Yes, yes, yes~"
