Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

Quan Zhixia was taken aback. A destined romance? Shoe shiner?

Her husband, the legitimate heir of the prestigious Quan family, is shining shoes under a pedestrian bridge? How is that possible?

No, that was said by a three-year-old child, so its credibility is practically zero. Why are you getting so hung up on it?

"Do you think I'd believe your childish ramblings? Let me tell you, I'm the eldest daughter of the Quan family. Even if I can't marry Master Zhan, I certainly wouldn't marry a shoeshine boy."

Quan Zhixia raised her chin high, displaying an arrogant demeanor.

"This isn't just childish talk. I saw that you and I are destined to meet, so I gave you a fortune reading," the little dumpling said in a childish voice.

Quan Zhixia frowned. Divination? A three-year-old? What a joke! Who would believe that?

It's the 23rd century already, science, science, we must believe in science.

There are even people who engage in feudal superstition, and they're still just three-year-old children.

Although they don't understand, they should still respect it, after all, the Zhan family is someone they can't afford to offend.

"Thank you then."

Quan Zhixia rubbed the little guy's head, then turned and left.

Yoyo climbed onto the sofa, sat down, and finished her milk.

"President, Young Master Quan is here."

Suddenly, Zhou Ziheng knocked on the door and entered, speaking to Zhan Guiting.

"Let him in," Zhan Guiting said without even looking up.

Zhou Ziheng was about to close the door to call someone when he suddenly saw YoYo sitting obediently on the sofa. "President, should we take Miss YoYo out with us?"

He wanted to play with the little girl, and really wanted to pet and hug this soft, cuddly little dumpling.

"No need!" The man's voice was cold and distant, carrying an unyielding imperial aura.

"Okay." Zhou Ziheng was somewhat disappointed.

Soon, Quan Zhimo knocked on the door and entered, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"Are you healed yet? You came running here to me." Zhan Guiting didn't look up, and his voice was indifferent.

"Ugh, don't even mention it. Old wounds heal and new ones come. What kind of situation is this? I've been unlucky for over ten or twenty years. You won't find another person like me in this world."

"What's wrong now?" Hearing his brother's aggrieved tone, Zhan Guiting finally looked up at Quan Zhiming and asked.

"My leg is broken," Quan Zhimo said, sounding extremely aggrieved.

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

When Yoyo heard that someone was injured, she dropped her toy, ran towards Quan Zhimo, hugged one of his legs, patted it, and asked, "Is it this leg?"

"what?"

Quan Zhimo was startled by the sudden appearance of Youyou and turned pale.

When did a three-year-old child appear in Master Zhan's office? Oh, he remembered, this must be Master Zhan's second daughter.

She looks even better and cuter than in the photos.

Ahhhhhh, I really want a daughter like that!

However, it seems he shouldn't be able to give birth to someone like that.

"Fight!"

When Zhan Guiting saw Yoyo clinging to someone's leg with such care, he couldn't sit still any longer and came over to pick her up.

The little guy stretched his little arm back, looking like he was saying, "Daddy, don't worry about me, I'm busy making things."

Zhan Guiting sighed helplessly, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the little guy.

With a "crack" sound, the sound of bones realigning, followed by a scream of pain from Quan Zhimo.

"Okay." After Yoyo finished correcting Quan Zhi Mo's bones, she ran to Zhan Gui Ting's side and hugged his leg.

Quan Zhimo, wearing a mask of pain, suddenly felt that his leg seemed to be fine. He carefully moved his leg, paced his feet, and finally moved his toes. Hey, it doesn't hurt anymore! Hehe.

Quan Zhimo had an urge to rush up and hug Yoyo and kiss her passionately, but he didn't dare, afraid that Zhan Guiting would beat him up.

Just now, he witnessed a rare scene: Zhan Guiting showed unprecedented tenderness towards his daughter. Even as a man, he felt a tingling sensation in his heart from that look and expression.

It should be noted that, in this world, besides Wen Zijin, this child is the second person who has made Zhan Guiting show such an expression. It is conceivable that Zhan Guiting really likes this "illegitimate daughter".

But then again, who wouldn't love a child who is exquisitely beautiful, like a porcelain doll, so cute, and who also knows how to perform bone setting!

"Master Zhan, is this your daughter?"

Zhan Guiting glanced at Quan Zhimo. Wasn't this obvious? Why ask a question when you could tell the answer at a glance?

"Baby, thank you for setting my bones. I'm your dad's best friend since we were kids. My name is Quan Zhimo. You have to recognize me as your godfather." Quan Zhimo squatted down in front of Yoyo, looking at the little guy with doting eyes.

Yoyo pointed at Zhan Guiting and said in a childish voice, "My daddy is here, I don't need a godfather."

Zhan Guiting patted the little girl's head with satisfaction. This daughter was well-loved; she's got a good head.

Quan Zhimo thought for a moment, then took out a black card with unlimited credit limit from his pocket.

"You call me godfather, so this is a gift for us when we meet."

Zhan Guiting's face darkened, and he was about to stop her when Yoyo calmly pulled out two black cards from her small bag. "You're my godson, so I'm giving you two as a gift. If that's not enough, I have more."

Zhan Guiting pursed his lips, suppressing a laugh.

This little guy has mastered the art of turning the tables perfectly.

"Forehead……"

Yoyo's amazing move left Quan Zhimo completely bewildered. Looking at the two black cards in Yoyo's hand, Quan Zhimo felt like he had become a clown.

Sigh, no wonder she's Zhan Guiting's daughter. She's not easy to fool or bribe. After all, her genes are right there in front of her.

"Hmm~ Do you want it?" Yoyo held up the black card and handed it to Quan Zhimo, asking in a childish voice.

"I...I don't want it." Quan Zhimo silently pushed the card back.

He's not so poor that he'd become the godson of a three-year-old!

Zhan Guiting couldn't help but laugh at Quan Zhiming's bewildered expression.

“Uncle, I’ve seen you before.” Suddenly, Yoyo felt that Quan Zhimo was familiar to her, so she said.

"Oh?" Quan Zhimo became interested. This little guy knew him? How come he didn't know?

"Yesterday, you ran out of the hotel chasing after an uncle in his underwear and an aunt in her pajamas. Uncle, were you cheated on by that uncle in his underwear? You..."