Because of the sudden brake, the seatbelt tugged on my shoulder, and it suddenly hurt a bit.
I rubbed it, unbuckled the seatbelt, and got out of the car to have a look.
After checking in front of the car and finding no living creatures, I got back into the car.
Since I was already in my residential compound, Song Jiaqi soon drove to the garage, parked the car, and took the elevator back to her apartment floor.
These years, she worked hard; although she moved behind the scenes, the income was still decent, enough to support herself andā
Song Jiaqi: "..."
Standing at her front door, Song Jiaqiās face turned dark.
At this moment, the neighbor opened their door and greeted her: "Jiaqi, back already?"
"Yeah, Iām back, Aunt Wu, heading out to dump the trash?"
"Yep," Aunt Wu glanced at the door of Song Jiaqiās house, smiling, "Really like him, huh?"
"I donāt!" Song Jiaqi put on a smiling face, reached out, and tore down the poster on the door, instantly crumpling the smiling face on it.
She tossed it into Aunt Wuās trash bag, "Could you please throw this away for me?"
"Oh... thereās no shame in liking someone, young folks nowadays love following celebrities. Whatās his name again, Ye something? My granddaughter is a huge fan too!"
She smiled faintly, "Haha... bye, Aunt Wu."
Turning around, Song Jiaqi squinted her eyes, grabbed the keys, opened the door, and roared, "Song Xiaoxi!"
Song Jiaqi had just walked in when she saw the TV on and something sprawled on the sofa, paying no mind to her yelling, scratching its rear, and nonchalantly replied, "Song Dabao, can you be quieter? I canāt hear my husband sing."
"Song Xiaoxi! Didnāt I tell you not to stick things on the door? How many times have I told you! Everyone must think Iām head over heels for him!"
Song Xiaoxi glanced at Song Jiaqi and replied indifferently, "Thereās no shame in liking my husband. All the women in the world want to marry him!"
Song Jiaqi squinted her eyes and walked to the TV.
"Hey, Song Jiaqi!" Song Xiaoxi suddenly got anxious, sat up, pouted, "Youāre blocking my husband!"
"Still calling him your husband..." Song Jiaqi disdainfully turned off the TV, "Song Xiaoxi, take a look in the mirror, see what you look like. You think a national idol like Ye Yang would fancy a little girl whoās not even fully grown? Dream on!"
Song Xiaoxi pouted, her whole face round and chubby: "If he doesnāt like me, then would he like you? Iām way prettier than you!"
"A little kid, not studying properly, chasing celebrities all day. Can you eat celebrity worship for meals?"
"Of course, I can! When I grow up, I will marry him! Once Iām married to him, would I worry about food? Youāre lucky, Song Dabao, to have a daughter with unparalleled beauty like me. Rest assured, once Iām married to my husband, I wonāt forget to bring you along."
Song Jiaqi had a streak of black lines on her face: "Daydreaming is quite your thing."
"Itās fine if the man is older than the woman, I donāt mind," Song Xiaoxi blew a kiss to a big poster of Ye Yang on the wall, "Wait for me to grow up!"
"He minds, okay?" Song Jiaqi rolled her eyes, "Any normal man wouldnāt like a smelly little girl like you who hasnāt even hit adolescence yet!"
"HO! Song Dabao! Youāre personally attacking me!" Song Xiaoxi stood on the sofa, hands on her hips, "Iām only six years old! How could I have reached puberty!"