Seeing his daughter cry with pear-like tears, Mario Yuno couldn't bear it and, stroking his daughter's soft hair, said.
"Dad brought back clothes with a treasure inside, go and look for it."
He had brought back a big bag of dirty clothes today and just left it at the door.
At his words, the little one immediately stopped crying and crawled toward the clothes.
Mario Yuno took the opportunity to walk over to Kiara, glanced at the book in her hand, and said disdainfully.
"What's so interesting about a professional book?"
Kiara squinted at him, "Your sense of aesthetics is limited to reading a few comics, this was written by Fox Cat."
"Fox Cat?!" Hearing these two words, Mario Yuno felt like a pot of old sour vinegar had fallen from the sky; how come he was everywhere?
"Wah!"
Wendy's crying seemed as if it could lift the roof, so Kiara and Mario Yuno hurriedly looked over.
