"It's not the blond, it's Austin."
Kang Li spoke with resignation: "We have to show him respect, understand?"
"Got it, got it, not the blond, it's Austin, we have to show him respect."
Boya barely held back his laughter, repeating what Kang Li had said.
"You're copying how I talk."
Kang Li pretended to be annoyed.
"Am I?"
Boya wouldn't admit it.
"Mr. Jiang, I didn't expect you'd have such childish moments too!"
Kang Li sighed and shook her head: "Are all you men getting more childish as you grow older?"
"Nonsense. Dad is a mature, reliable, and extremely charming man!"
Childish? How could he ever be linked to childishness?
His daughter was probably just tired, maybe a little muddled from exhaustion.
Thinking that, Boya said, "Should Dad help you back to your room for a rest?"
"I'm not tired; you go do your work,"
Kang Li didn't know what Boya was thinking. She picked up the book she'd left on the sofa, found the bookmark, and started reading again.
