Zhi'er rubbed her chubby cheek with her small hand.
Daddy just had a drink and left the stench of alcohol on her chubby face!
Though the little one didn't like the smell of alcohol, she still blinked her shiny eyes, comforting her excited old father.
"Of course, you're Zhi'er's daddy, the best daddy in the world!"
In truth, Bai Xilie had just been filled with murderous intent.
He knew that Historian Wang was an upright person.
Earlier, when Historian Wang made his suggestion, it was not out of malice, he just believed in some rumors.
Though it wasn't a death-worthy offense, since it involved Bai Zhi'er, Bai Xilie thought he deserved to die.
He wanted to go along with the flow, but he hadn't expected his daughter to spare Historian Wang's life.
And she handled it so tactfully!
She saved face and earned everyone's admiration!
Good, truly good!
Zhi'er reached out her small hand, picked up the chicken leg on the table, and took a big bite.
