Little Orange looked toward the man standing by the sofa.
Tall and straight, with a lofty and noble air, he was even more exquisite and handsome than the male models in fashion magazines.
Trashy Dad's appeal was indeed undeniable; no wonder her mom had been hung up on him for so many years.
However...
Didn't he already have the Witch Princess? Why had he come to her mom's apartment?
Uncle Yanyu had left, so what was he doing coming in here?
Little Orange whispered into Ming Yao's ear, "Mommy, Trashy Dad couldn't still be in love with you, could he?"
Ming Yao's lips twitched.
It wasn't necessarily good for a child to be too precocious, knowing too many things.
Gu Siting looked at Little Orange, who appeared very close to Ming Yao, and spoke with a deep voice, "Are you two close?"
It might have been his imagination, but there seemed to be a hint of Ming Yao in Little Orange's eyes and brows.
