Wu Tian looked at the little girl. The expression on her face was quite subtle; it was clear she wanted to argue with her dad to the bitter end.
Wu Tian chuckled. "My daughter, I hope you learn from Nezha's fearless spirit."
"Was she ever fearless?" The little girl's eyes widened, staring at Wu Tian, demanding a clear explanation. Otherwise, she would cry and make a scene.
After a moment of thought, Wu Tian said, "A child who follows Jiang Ziya to fight King Zhou is the definition of fearless."
"No." The little one shook her head. "I don't believe you."
Wu Tian tried again, "It's a spirit that cares for the people, defies tyranny, sacrifices for justice, and dares to fight evil."
"Dad, if I beat you up and then tell Mom you hit me first and I only fought back, Mom would also say I have a spirit that cares for the people, defies tyranny, sacrifices for justice, and dares to fight evil."
Wu Tian was speechless.
