“He can’t be my dad!”
“She can’t be my daughter!”
The people sitting on both ends of the sofa glared at each other and hummed in unison, looking down on each other very much.
Avery sat in the middle with a gentle smile: “But you are indeed a father and daughter, it depends on how you two look like.”
There is no way to refute this. Cheng Nao looks so old as to smell the wood, only his face and eyebrows resemble joy. This is what she has always been upset about. Why can’t she inherit her mother’s beauty? I don’t know what kind of virtue the dead ghost dad has, and all the bad genes he gave her, so that she can only fight every day and don’t like to learn!
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