Mr Ngiam's long, grey panted legs propped on the oak desk, he peered lazily at his daughter, Emilia. Every wall, ceiling and floor surrounding his office was painted in a dark, drab grey.
But it wasn't always like this.
You see, this particular man wasn't her father. ( le gasp* -leanne)
But we'll address that later
This is going to be a very long story.
End of Chapter 20: The Ngiam Office
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The Stupidity Rewritten
FanficThe interjections and notes you can just ignore im just too lazy to delete them The names in brackets after the chapter name is the ppl who wrote them, you may not know the ppl so just ignore it, again, im just too lazy to delete them Another K-dram...
