Chapter 24

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Chapter 24 of "A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love" opens with suspenseful action: Heart racing wildly. When Ji Nian's gaze met that of the man's from across the way,... Keep going!

Heart racing wildly. When Ji Nian's gaze met that of the man's from across the way, she calmly looked away. Bored from waiting, she yawned and kicked a stone away from her feet. Then, pulling on her braid, she peeked into the restroom and called out, "Mom, are you done yet?" Her footsteps pattered as she ran inside. The walls blocked the view of the onlookers, and Ji Nian walked past the women's restroom without a glance, heading straight for the men's. Once inside, she saw Ji Tingzhou washing his hands. Hearing the footsteps, Ji Tingzhou turned to look at her: "What are you doing in here?" "Your dad is at home shoveling dog poop, you little idiot who's not even tall enough to reach the urinal." Ji Nian walked over with a serious expression, signaling him to bend down. Ji Tingzhou, still in a state of despair, naturally wouldn't indulge her as he used to. It wasn't until Ji Nian made a gun gesture that his expression slightly changed. Quickly pulling out his phone to send something, Ji Tingzhou scooped up Ji Nian with one hand and headed further into the restroom. The person who usually only walked as far as the lake next to the main building at home, climbed out of the window with surprising agility. Ji Nian gripped his collar tightly, silently thinking to himself that the princess was not a completely useless shut-in. The two of them had just stepped outside when someone suddenly appeared around the corner. Still a foreigner. Blonde and blue-eyed, upon seeing Ji Tingzhou, he smiled at him and said, "Hello, my name is John." "I noticed you over there just now. May I get to know you? What's your name?" Ji Tingzhou held the commemorative's head with one hand, protecting her against his chest, preventing her from showing her face. With a look of impatience, he said to the person in front of him, "Get lost." Foreigners were relentless, shamelessly blocking his way: "Hey, tell me your name." Ji Tingzhou's emerald-green eyes, sharp as knives, swept over the person in front of him, with the corners of his eyes suddenly lifting to reveal a chilling smile. "My name?" "My name is jeeba." No one expected that the man in front of them, whose appearance combined the essence of both Eastern and Western cultures and whose form was as elegant as that of an ancient noble, would catch them off guard the moment he opened his mouth. By the time the other party reacts, this sentence has already been etched in their mind. If foreigners who don't understand Chinese can't understand, then that's fine. “The master of the house...” In memory of the unexpected realization that he had never really let himself go. Looking at the blood on his body and his disheveled black hair, my eyes immediately became red. “Stay here, and someone will take you away after it’s over.” “Someone is coming, no talking and no moving.” The temperature in the morgue was very low, and Ji Tingzhou spoke with mist rising from his breath. His dark green eyes, in such moments, gave a shocking sense of calm. After sustaining so many injuries and being in such a critical situation, there was no sign of panic on his face, as if he had everything under control. But ironically, what he did was hide the mementos, divert those people away, and at the risk of everything, sacrifice himself. Any lingering bias before completely dissipated as Ji Nian watched Ji Tingzhou's blurry figure walking out of the morgue, following the trail of bloodstains. She lifted the white cloth and lay down inside. Next to me is a relative of someone I don't know. Commemoration is too daunting to look at. Hi, buddy, I hope we can both wait for our parents to claim us. She fluttered her eyelashes and said softly. The soundproofing in the morgue is quite good, but occasionally I can hear noises from outside. To be honest, it's a lie to say I'm not afraid. It commemorates an ordinary person living in a peaceful era who is experiencing gunfire for the first time. She didn't even know what to do without Ji Tingzhou's words. What about Ji Tingzhou? Who else is a deadbeat dad? Did he run into Wei Yang? Or was he caught by those people? They fired one shot after another, seemingly not intending to kidnap him, but rather to take his life. If Ji Tingzhou dies, what will happen to Zhi Liezhi, what will happen to Wei Yang, what will happen to the servants of the Ji family, and what will she do in the future? Commemorating, one can imagine the scene of property being divided, with a haggard cicada begging on the streets. With a sudden motion, she lifted the white cloth off her head, sat up, and slapped herself hard on the face with a loud 'smack'. "Damn it, I'm not really a five-year-old!" With hair all messy like a bird's nest blocking her eyes, she thanked the 'brother' beside her and then jumped down. She didn’t know where the cheap dad was, but the memorial wouldn’t allow herself to do nothing. "Jeeba Ji, wait for me to save you!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Chapter 24

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