I don't know how many times you always scribble on your father's car, it's clearly an expensive and luxurious car, while you scribble on it using permanent ink.

"Little girl, you know what? The price of this car is the same as yours if Daddy sells it."

Herbert said, which made you immediately cry quite loudly, he giggled at his own joke... then carried your small body.

"Shh... Daddy's just kidding," whispered Herbert while pulling your chubby cheeks.