Fine, I Won't Participate

"Daddy," Zhouzhou pouted, taking the phone with both hands. She huffed, cradling the phone as she scooted to the far corner of the bed, turning her back to Ye Lingfeng. Sitting cross-legged, she stared sullenly at the screen.

On the other end, Qin Lie leaned back in his chair, gazing at his pouting daughter, whose lips were pursed enough to hang a bottle. He asked gently, "What's wrong? Who upset you?"

Zhouzhou, embarrassed, scratched the back of her head, sneaking a glance behind her. Seeing Ye Lingfeng watching her, she quickly looked away.

She pulled the quilt over her head, covering herself tightly, and muttered, "No one, Daddy. It's just me upset Sharp Tongue Uncle."

She recounted the recent events, her little face showing traces of sadness as she pinched her toes in frustration.

This time, she wasn't pretending.

She genuinely wanted to protect her Sharp Tongue Uncle.