As the two little ones harmonized in their expressions, Huo Mingxuan began to doubt whether he was truly a scoundrel.
He looked at them incredulously and earnestly explained, "I genuinely intended to give you both money from the start." Zhouzhou huffed, turning away with chubby arms crossed, refusing to listen to his explanations.
Qin Er's eyes darted around as he cleared his throat, speaking firmly, "We don't want it, Uncle Huo. Just wait for the lawyer's letter. I'll sue you for stealing our ideas." Zhouzhou vigorously nodded, gazing up at Qin Lie with a distressed expression, angrily pleading, "Daddy, sue him!"
The little girl's face puffed up like a pufferfish, genuinely furious this time. She had never encountered someone so unreasonable before, far worse than her dad.
No wonder Little Skinny Pole never wanted him around; if she were in charge, she would have chased him away long ago.