Chương 1746: Holy Heaven

"Is that your daughter?" In Qiao's house, Qiao and Lan Se looked at Han Sen and Bao'er—who was sitting on the sofa—in shock.

"Yeah, I went out to bring her here," Han Sen said.

"No way. You don't look similar at all." Lan Se shook her head.

"Why don't we look similar? See? We look like father and daughter." Han Sen shoved his face next to Bao'er's, and she shoved her head against his. They smiled in tandem.

"Your daughter looks much better than you, though," Lan Se said immediately.

Han Sen suddenly started to sweat, and he was robbed of words. He wasn't ugly, he was just manly. He probably wasn't as pretty as Bao'er.

"It's okay that she is here, but you can't let her presence interfere with work. Let the auntie look after her while we're off on missions," Qiao said, standing up.

Han Sen wouldn't want to leave Bao'er at home, though. He was worried she might tear the house down in his absence.