"Dad, it's been so long. Did you miss me? Your daughter missed you so much she hasn't been eating or sleeping," Zha Muxi said in a sweet, soft voice.
Zha Zhengcheng looked at her with guarded suspicion and a trace of disgust, as if his earlier joy had been an illusion. With a deadpan expression, he said, "Spill it. How much?" *I'm doomed,* he thought. *She's losing sleep over it—there goes my retirement fund.*
"Dad, don't be like that. Remember I'm your precious daughter?" Zha Muxi put on a pathetic, pitiful look.
Chapter 29