Second Dad
Xiao Luo's eyes lit up, "It's big brother!" She didn't hesitate to betray her brother's good friend; to hesitate even a little would be disrespectful to her sitting at the table to eat.
The little girl's eyes sparkled, her eyebrows curved in a smile, and she cautiously inquired, "Can Xiao Luo come to the table to eat?"
Verlaine, unaware that something was amiss, nodded with a smile, showering the little girl with affection.
Then, watching the children happily stand on the table and walk around, Verlaine seemed to finally realize that something was wrong.
"Little... Luo, may I call you Little Luo?" The man's voice was hesitant as he slowly said, "Girls shouldn't stand on the table. We can sit on chairs to eat."
Even though Verlaine wanted to give in to his child's wishes, he knew at that moment that spoiling the child like that would not do any good.
The child's face instantly fell, and he looked at Verlaine with a accusing expression, accusing her: "Mom, you just said we could come to the table to eat."
Verlaine: ...
He never expected this to be the meal.
Having nothing to say, Verlaine could only selectively ignore the issue.
The man raised his hands and lifted the little girl down with a tug, feeling the soft body of the child in his arms.
Verlaine affectionately ruffled the little girl's hair, looking at the soft little cub in his arms with undisguised tenderness in his eyes. "How old is Little Luo? Did she come down to find me?"
The little girl answered honestly, "Xiao Luo is eight years old this year, and I'm here to find my dad. Mommy, where is Xiao Luo's dad?"
"Dad?" Verlaine asked, puzzled.
"Yes, Daddy has big blue eyes and beautiful red hair. He's very handsome, just like Xiao Luo."
She looks just like a little girl...
This is completely upside down! Lingling was speechless. "Host, stop torturing this foreigner. Your father is obviously Japanese. How would he know your father?"
Verlaine paused in stroking the child's hair, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
No, he realized now that he hadn't noticed the child approaching at all.
It's like it appeared out of nowhere.
"Does Xiao Luo know Chuuya?" Verlaine was, after all, a seasoned assassin who had dealt with many politicians.
Although the little girl didn't say anything, he keenly sensed something was wrong from her words.
Verlaine asked Xiaoluo about Chuuya again.
"I don't know him," the child honestly replied after thinking for a long time without being able to recall who he was.
The original assumption was wrong; if the little girl didn't know Nakahara Chuuya, then there was no point in discussing their relationship.
The blond man holding the child's smile faded slightly, but out of consideration for the child in his arms, he managed to suppress his murderous intent. Verlaine lowered his eyes and asked thoughtfully,
"Little Luo, can you tell me how you got here?"
Xiao Luo is an honest person: "People come here as soon as they open the door at home."
Now that we know the little girl's ability is to control gravity like them, did someone else teleport her here?
What is the other party's purpose?
By listening to the little girl's words, Verlaine continued to deduce the truth.
Meanwhile, Xiao Luo, who had finally remembered her mission, began her work for the day. The little girl asked curiously, "Mommy, where is this? Xiao Luo is going to the Mafia to find Daddy."
The story revolves around a mafia member searching for his father, and the distinct characteristic of a young girl.
Verlaine didn't need to ask who the father the other party was looking for was.
The man's eyes were thoughtful. It was related to Chuuya. Who used Chuuya's genes to do this?
Who did this? How could they steal Chuuya's genes without being discovered by the Port Mafia?
"Mom?" The little girl tilted her head in confusion, looking at the man with his eyes downcast, when she didn't get a response.
Verlaine was jolted awake, suddenly realizing a very serious problem.
If Chuuya Nakahara really is the little girl's father...
In other words, his brother's daughter calls him "Mom".
Verlaine: ...
After a two-second silence, the man said to Xiao Luo again, very seriously, "Don't call me Mom anymore."
Xiao Luo habitually ignored it, clutching the sticky pastry in her hand, ready to take another big bite.
Verlaine patiently instructed, "Little Luo, you can't call me Mom anymore. I'm your father's brother. You can call me Uncle."
"Huh?" The little girl exclaimed in surprise, the question coming effortlessly to her. "Mommy, are you my daddy's brother?"
Upon hearing the term "little girl" again, Verlaine sighed and rubbed his forehead, realizing he had taught her for nothing.
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