What to Do If I Become the Villain's Daughter

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Huo Xiaozheng patted her head gently. "Ning Ning, everyone has their own destiny."

Though he said this, Huo Guining still wanted to change the fate of others.

However, her situation with Huo Xiaozheng wasn't as good as she had imagined, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

She nodded dejectedly.

Seeing her unhappiness, a calculating look flashed in Huo Xiaozheng's eyes.

On stage, the children's play was in full swing, with exquisite stage production.

Huo Guining, however, was too preoccupied to fully appreciate it.

"Are you still thinking about Lingling?"

Huo Guining nodded.

Huo Xiaozheng said, "How about Dad takes you to see Lingling now?"

Huo Guining's eyes lit up. "Can we?"

Huo Xiaozheng readily agreed, "Why not?"

He helped her put on her coat and carried her out. "Besides, Lingling's parents won't be back for a while."

Huo Guining's expression finally brightened.

"Dad, do you think I'm meddling in other people's business?"

Huo Xiaozheng fell silent.

In the past, he would have definitely considered this meddling.

But now it was different. Ning Ning was struggling with her conscience over this matter, so it wasn't simply interference anymore.

"Ning Ning, you have a soft heart," Huo Xiaozheng said sincerely. "Dad isn't troubled by this. In fact, Dad is proud of you."

Before, Huo Xiaozheng had never experienced such tender emotions.

To him, the world was about competition, urgent decision-making, and being constantly on edge like a taut bowstring, with him as the arrow ready to be released.

After having Ning Ning, he experienced a different kind of life through her.

This life was no worse than his day-to-day work.

In fact, it gave meaning to his daily toil.

Huo Guining couldn't grasp such deep thoughts.

Hearing Huo Xiaozheng's words, she immediately cheered up.

The driver, seeing them come out so quickly, hurriedly sat up straight.

"Mr. Huo, are we going home?"

Huo Xiaozheng gave an address, and the black business car drove into the dark night.

Lingling sat on the doorstep, bored, playing with Niuniu.

Niuniu, oblivious to her melancholy, lay at Lingling's feet, enjoying being petted.

Her parents had taken her little brother to see the children's play. She heard there were musical performers who sang beautifully.

Lingling had wanted to go too.

But her parents said someone needed to watch the house.

Lingling and Niuniu were the perfect house-sitting duo.

Lingling wasn't happy about it and argued with her mother, insisting on going.

Her mother had beaten her, pulling her hair.

She touched her cheek, which was hot and still stinging.

A blinding light shone on her face, and Lingling shielded her eyes, looking towards the source.