"So what wish are you going to make?" Shanshan asked, looking at her father again. "If you don't help Mom become a God, she'll probably get really mad."
Charles walked over and gently patted the back of her head. "Don't worry about that. Daddy will handle everything."
"Really?" Shanshan looked at him with suspicion in her eyes. "Mom says you're completely unreliable, and honestly, I think so too."
Charles stared speechlessly at his daughter. Aren't daughters supposed to be close to their dads? Why is my kid so different? "Don't listen to your mom," he said. "From now on, just hang out with me more."
Shanshan looked down at the dirt, muttering softly, "A little late for that. My rebellious phase is over. What's the point of frantically playing the loving father now?"
