Godly Stay-Home Dad

"Go get them!"

"Beat him!"

On a platform, hundreds of people were gathered, screaming and cheering. There were dozens of cars around the crowd. Most of them were super cars revving their engines for the crowd.

Everyone, however, was focused on where two cars were about to race.

One was a bright red Ferrari 488, which cost more than four million yuan. While the other was a cheap Ford Mustang, which cost five hundred thousand. The two cars standing next to each other formed a stark contrast.

This was a showdown between the new young master of the Shang Jing, Liu Feng, and one of the first four young masters, Zhang Han.

Zhang Han leaned on his car. His clothes were sloppy, and his hair was long. When he lowered his head, his eyes were covered with his bangs. No one could see his closed eyes, and despite the cut on the lower half of his face, one could still see that he was handsome. Yet Young Master Zhang seemed depressed.

As for Liu Feng, he was orbited by the people as if he were the sun. He looked like he knew the entire world was at his feet.

"Let's go to see the ever-superior Young Master Zhang."

Liu Feng waved his hand and led the way with a cold smirk.

"Young Master Zhang?"

Walking up to him, Liu Feng saw that Zhang Han did not react, so he asked in a weird tone: "What's wrong? Are you high? The usually insufferably arrogant Young Master Zhang is now in dire straits. Tsk tsk. The competition is about to begin! Why are you still pretending to be unfriendly, my Young Master Zhang! "

The moment he opened his mouth, the lackeys beside him who wanted to show off all chimed in:

"Look at his clothes! I think he's just a poor beggar!"

"No, I don't think he's good enough to ask for food. He's probably living off pig food."

"Ha ha! What a loser!"

Beside the Mustang stood a fat, bespectacled man holding the hand of a little three or four year old girl.

Other than her messy hair, she was perfect. The little girl's clear and large eyes filled with tears as she heard the crowd berating Zhang Han.

At that moment Zhang Han opened his eyes. There was a blank look on his face. Seeing all the people mocking and ridiculing him, his eyes were filled with a look of contempt.

"You ants dare to bark at me?"

The entire audience went silent for a moment, but the next moment, the mocking laughter filled the air.

"Zhang Han, I think you are fucking crazy!"

"I'm afraid he turned into a fool."

"Ha ha ha! What a loser!"

Everyone started to mock him again.

As Zhang Han saw this scene unfold in front of him, his mind started to race:

"Isn't this when I was racing against Liu Feng on Mount Lang Xing in 2009?"

"Why am I here?"

"Am I undergoing a heavenly tribulation?"

"Could it be... I'm back?"

"Was I reborn by the divine thunder over the sky of the heavenly tribulation?"

Zhang Han's eyes flashed with a trace of shock.

In Zhang Han's memories, five years ago, the Zhang Family was one of eight great families of the Shang Jing. Zhang Han's father was the patriarch at the time, so Zhang Han was not afraid of anything in the heavens or the earth. However, when his family traveled by plane, their plane crashed. His parents and sister died. His uncle Zhang Ming was appointed as the owner, but he could not stop Zhang family from falling.

Zhang Han grew suspicious and started to investigate Zhang Ming, who always hated his father. But when it was discovered that he was investigating his uncle there was a great outrage. The fact that Zhang Han had offended many people during his life didn't help and he was kicked out of the Zhang family.

Five years passed and Zhang Han refused to leave since he wanted to investigate his father's death thoroughly. His days were tough, but he persisted... until the incident in Mount Lang Xing.

He remembered that back then while racing on Mount Lang Xing, he had sustained heavy injuries and lost both arms. He barely survived for five years. It was hell, until he decided to jump off a cliff. He had hoped to end his misery.

He didn't expect to enter the divine world.

When he began to practice, Zhang Han immediately awakened his innate divine ability - Treasure-sniffing nose.

Relying on this ability, Zhang Han methodically piled up his power using various kinds of treasures in the span of five hundred years.

But who would have thought that when undertaking the heavenly tribulation, he would be too weak to withstand a single blow due to his unstable foundation?

Zhang Han's expression turned lonely.

Before his relatives died, he was far too insolent. He had caused his father a lot of trouble, and he even said a lot of things that made his mother sad.

Although Zhang Han had been rebellious back then, the love he had for his parents was second to none.

During the next five hundred years, as he accrued his power, Zhang Han would always think of one sentence:

The tree may want peace but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be fed but its parents are dead.

"Zhang Han!"

A sharp voice interrupted Zhang Han's thoughts. Raising his head, he saw Liu Feng glaring at him.

"Five years ago, you chased me out of Shang Jing City! Five years later, I, the Los Angeles Car King Liu Feng, have returned, powerful and ready to crush my foes. Meanwhile you, Zhang Han, will be worse off than a pig or a dog! Remember, I, Liu Feng, will force you, Zhang Han, to leave Shang Jing City today!"

"Oh, so powerful?" Zhang Han asked in shock and rejected. "Then I won't compete."

The muscles on Liu Feng face trembled. He felt as if a fist had struck his stomach.

"Zhang Han! I'm putting up a little bonus for this contest." Liu Feng shook the Ferrari key in his hand, and said: "If you win, this car is yours."

"Then I will find it hard to refuse." Zhang Han said with a smile.

"Heh."

Liu Feng sneered, he raised his hand and yelled: "Set up the screen!"

With that, the people behind him set up several television screens. At the same time, drones rose up from various parts of Mount Lang Xing. On the screen, one by one, the drones returned, showing the entire Mount Lang Xing within.

"Get ready!"

Liu Feng secretly nodded to the fat man who was sitting behind the Ford Mustang and sat on the Ferrari.

However, just as Zhang Han was about to enter the Ford Mustang, a timid and childish voice came from behind:

"Daddy, come on! Beat the bad guys."

Zhang Han was startled, he turned his head and saw the little princess standing beside the fat man's feet.

"Why would such a cute girl randomly call someone 'dad'?"

Zhang Han laughed and shook his head.

"Older brother Han, you will definitely win!" The fat man clenched his fists towards Zhang Han, and showed an encouraging expression.

"With your blessings, your car will bring me luck." Zhang Han got in the Mustang.

A tall beauty wearing a bikini walked to the front of the two cars with two small flags in her hands and raised them high.

"Get ready!"

The engines of the two cars roared up at the same time.

Inside the Ferrari, Liu Feng's mouth formed a proud smile.

The fat man behind him also revealed a smile.

At his feet, the adorable princess's eyes were filled with fear and worry. Tears welled up in her eyes.

And Zhang Han who was inside the Mustang saw everyone's expressions.

"You're colluding to harm me?

"Unfortunately, I am not the man you thought I was.

"Even if I don't have all my divine powers right now... how dare you ants provoke me?"

"Begin!"

As the cheers and screams of the crowd filled the air, the two cars shot forward like lightning.

When they drove out of sight, people ran to the electronic screens to watch them through the drone's camera.

"Older brother Feng's starting speed was too fast!"

"Of course. Those two cars are not even on the same level."

After all, older brother Feng has the strength of a professional. But as for Zhang Han, he hasn't touched a sportscar in five years, right?

On the screen, Liu Feng's Ferrari was ten meters ahead after five seconds. Do not underestimate these ten meters.

In the first half of the winding road, each car power drifted through, one after the other. As far as the mountain top, one could hear the sound of tires squealing.

"Liu Feng is worthy of being the Car King of Los Angeles. He has his own unique understanding and talent."

A bald middle-aged man in his middle age was engrossed in a discussion. He was a professional sports car commentator. As he was talking, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh? Who would have thought that Zhang Han's drifting was much better than Liu Feng's? He really has the ability to shine!"

From the camera, the speed and precision of the blue Ford Mustang was smoother than Ferrari's.

Gradually, the distance between the two cars grew closer and closer. Seeing that the Mustang was about to overtake him, the Ferrari began to sway from side to side.

This also slowed down the progress of the Mustang.

"Yes, Liu Feng's skill is not bad. It's just that he will have to pay attention to the following long bend. If he is not careful, he will get overtaken," said the bald man as he stared at the screen.

The two cars followed one after the other into the long bend in the road. As they moved about, Liu Feng positioned his car so as to not allow Zhang Han's car to pass by.

After seeing this, the bald man praised, "Not bad, not bad. This move is very impressive."

"That's right, after all, he's my older brother Feng!"

"How can that beggar Zhang Han be a match for the older brother Feng?"

"What a loser!"

"Next is a straight stretch of track, after which, they will reach the last and most difficult part of the road on Mount Lang Xing... it has nine curves and eighteen turns... some call it the Nine Turn Passage." The bald man stroked his chin as he spoke.

Sure enough, the two cars entered the straight runway and sped forward at full speed.

At this moment, a devious smile flashed across the eyes of the fat man who was standing in the corner.

At the same time, inside the Mustang, Zhang Han's mouth had a similar smile.

"Ah, so the brake system is malfunctioning?"

In his previous life, he had been seriously injured while overturning the car at the bend of the road. All because he couldn't slow down. The reason for this was his brother, Dong Hu.

A few years before that, Dong Hu was a drifter with bad luck who followed Zhang Han. Although Zhang Han was young, he was still very kind to his little brother. And with his help, Dong Hu had managed to get a few jobs. He ran a used car shop and had car houses in the Shang Jing. He had saved over five million yuan. His life was very comfortable.

But five years ago, when Zhang Han was kicked out of the family, Dong Hu did not help him at all. He wouldn't even talk to him. It was only a few days ago that he had contacted Zhang Han out of the blue. And this was the car he gave him.

"Luckily... I don't even need to slow down!"

Zhang Han laughed and drove even faster.

Normally, it would be difficult to drift without a brake, but there are no absolutes in this world. Zhang Han's power could break this shackle.

At this time, Liu Feng kept positioning his car to Zhang Han's right until they reached the eighteen entrances of the Nine Turn Passage.

"You found that you can't slow down?"

Liu Feng sneered, looking at the Mustang as it passed him. His eyes held a trace of anticipation for the destruction of the car.

On the other end, the people watching on the screen gasped in shock!

"He's not slowing down? Does he not want to live? If you are not careful, you will fall off a cliff!" The bald man frowned.

"Damn, Zhang Han's being too reckless."

"I think he really has a death wish!"

"If he died early, then so be it. No one would miss him."

In the back, the cute girl at Dong Hu's feet, could only see the legs of the many people in front of her, but after hearing everyone ridicule Zhang Han, she started to cry.

"Daddy...!"

"Shut up! Stop crying or I'll hit you!" Dong Hu glared and bellowed.

How could a three or four-year-old little girl understand this? She cried even louder after being frightened by Dong Hu.

Dong Hu's face was filled with anger. He raised his hand wanting to hit the little girl, but seeing that many people were looking at him with shock, Dong Hu retracted his hand, rubbed her hair, and laughed awkwardly.

"What a cute girl."

When a twenty-year-old woman saw the crying little girl, she couldn't help but run over to console her.

"What!? What am I watching!?" At the front of the crowd, a cry of disbelief came from the bald man's mouth.

The Mustang didn't slow down at all as it charged straight into the nine corners and the eighteen bends! The first curve was a semicircle, and the Mustang turned and crossed it with a perfectly weighted drift, not slowing down as it entered the second curve.

The second curve was ninety degrees, and the third curve was even sharper . Because the two curves were very close together, it was very difficult for any racer to go through them at high speeds.

Yet, in front of everyone's eyes, the Mustang was still moving fast. It squealed through the second bend and entered the third.

"It's over! This speed is too much. He won't be able to stop at all! " The bald man sighed, pity in his eyes.

However, the scene that happened in the next moment made him widen his eyes.

He saw the Ford Mustang spin 360 degrees before it reached the third turn.

The car entered the turn, crossed the conical bend and had already started moving towards the fourth turn!

"My, my god!" The bald man's eyes widened.

"What kind of driving is this? Three turns and 360 degrees, how did he ... "

"He's the first one to step into the Nine Turn Passage and not slow down!"

"Zhang Han, he ...wants to become a legend of Mount Lang Xing? "

Everyone was dumbstruck. They watched in amazement as the Mustang took beautiful turns, maintaining its full speed through all nine curves.

After turning a corner, the Ford Mustang was like a wild beast, quickly moving forward.

Meanwhile, Liu Feng's Ferrari was like a snail and was only then making its way past the fourth bend.

A few minutes later, with a violent rumble, the Mustang pulled past the finish line, still at full speed. Spinning 360 degrees, it stopped, facing the crowd.

Zhang Han got out off the car and leaned against the door. His clothes were still sloppy and his hair was still messy.

"7 minutes and 30 seconds?! This is an amazing record, unprecedented." The bald man said in awe, "If he had driven the Ferrari, the time would have been even shorter!"

"Mount Lang Xing's old record is 10 minutes 20 seconds, right? Heavens, Zhang Han is too good! "

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Well, the older brother Feng has lost to him."

Everyone shook their heads and lamented, but Dong Hu's expression was extremely ugly. When he turned his head and saw the little girl, who was crying and calling out, "Daddy," his expression changed into a smile. Then he picked up the little girl and walked towards Zhang Han.

"As expected of my older brother Han, awesome!"

"Heh, your car is the best. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to win." Zhang Han said with a light laugh.

"Daddy ..."

At this time, the little princess in Dong Hu's embrace struggled to break his grip. Her voice was soft and there were still tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Zhang Han subconsciously held the Little Princess in his arms, let out a light laugh, and said:

"Beautiful girl, why do you call me daddy?"

But the little girl was tired from crying and standing for so long, so she fell asleep in Zhang Han's arms.

"Is this your daughter?" Zhang Han asked indifferently.

"How could I have such a cute daughter? Haha, older brother Han, isn't she your daughter?" Dong Hu said with a smile.

"How could I have a daughter?"

"Then I don't know. In short, you've brought this little girl here, and she always calls you daddy. Didn't you ask me to take care of her just now? Did you forget?" Dong Hu asked curiously.

My daughter?

Zhang Han's eyes narrowed. A daughter had appeared out of nowhere. What was going on?

Before he could think further about it, Liu Feng's Ferrari crossed the finishing line.

The car stopped and, after a while, the pale Liu Feng got out.

He stared at Zhang Han with shock and resentment. He walked over with large strides.

At this moment, there was complete silence on the stage. Everyone's gaze was fixated on the two men.

"Do you dare to have a rematch with me!?" Liu Feng said as he gnashed his teeth.

"Hehe, I have no interest in wasting my time with a subpar opponent." Zhang Han smiled and said: "Hand over the car keys."

Hearing that, Liu Feng's eyes turned red, his right hand held the car key tightly as he said with hatred: "We'll have a match in a month!"

Judging from his posture, it seemed that he would not let Zhang Han go if he did not agree to this.

"Fine, fine, fine. Give me the car keys." Zhang Han extended his hand.

Liu Feng placed the car keys angrily into Zhang Han's hands, He had just bought this car!

Zhang Han carried the keys to the red Ferrari and put the little princess who was in his arms on the front seat. He started the car and drove for a hundred meters before stopping by the roadside, looking at the side of the road through the rearview mirror.

After the competition ended, the crowd left in small groups.

Dong Hu was apologizing and explaining something to Liu Feng. However, it could be seen that Liu Feng slapped each side of Dong Hu's face five times. After the slapping finish, Liu Feng entered into his friend's car and left.

"How was I to know that Zhang Han, that beggar, would be able to win? I'm sure that I was definitely tricked with that car! Fuck!"

Dong Hu cursed out in rage as he entered the Ford Mustang and stepped on the pedal.

"Vroom!"

The Ford Mustang surged forward at a high speed. But when Dong Hu stepped onto the brake, he discovered that the brake of the car was indeed not working.

Looking at the precipitous mountain slope that he was getting closer and closer to, Dong Hu's face turned deathly pale as his pupils contracted.

The harsh sound of a car flipping resounded throughout the mountain area. People who were leaving looked over to where the noise came from.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Han's mouth as he started the Ferrari back up and slowly drove away from the mountain.

Right now, Zhang Han was currently living in a shabby apartment building at Shangjing City's Wuhuan road. On the journey towards the apartment, Zhang Han began to ponder.

"As of now, I do not have even a trace of qi and I am currently not able to use any divine techniques that I've learned. Basically, I am but a mere mortal right now."

"My spatial ring is gone too!" There was a bit of pain in Zhang Han's heart. "The powers that I have collected for 500 years are all gone!"

"Wretched Ninth Heaven Thunder God, since you made me rebirth as myself again, why didn't you at least give me some powers too?"

Zhang Han grumbled to himself for a while, took a breath, then stopped thinking about it. This was just how he was. Open-minded and optimistic, he would not dwell on a matter for too long. Of course, he had his limits. If he so chose, Zhang Han would seize on a matter and never let go. After all, he wouldn't have remained in Shangjing City for five years when he was kicked out of the family.

"Do I still have any other powers?"

Zhang Han began to ponder. The number of powers he once had was beyond measure, even to the point that he could not remember how many powers he possessed.

Suddenly, Zhang Han's eyes lit up and he quickly raised his head as he moved his hand towards his left ear.

After digging his left ear for a while, he pulled out a half inch long thin needle .

The needle tip's entire body was crystal white, like an immortal jade. Looking at it, Zhang Han's eyes filled with excitement.

"Ninth Heaven Thunder God, seems like you actually left me with a power! Thunder-Yang Tree and a few seeds. These are exactly the things I need to get some power!"

[The 'Yang' of Thunder-'Yang' Tree is the 'yang' of yin and yang.]

In the Divine World, Thunder-Yang Tree was also a relatively rare treasure. Its abilities were very formidable. Not only was it an energy source capable of acting like spiritual medicinal herbs, it could also grow some Thunder-Yang Wood. Thunder-Yang Wood was a kind of wood which was necessary for a lot of medicinal pills. Even if a person didn't ingest the wood, they could directly absorb the wood's energy. The energy of the wood itself would enable the person to reach the Xiantian Realm in an instant.

Zhang Han thought to himself:

"However, Thunder-Yang Tree is only able to grow Thunder-Yang Wood once every hundred years. Right before I rebirthed and was undergoing the Heavenly Tribulation, I remembered that it was about to grow out Thunder-Yang Wood. So, it should take about five years for the Thunder-Yang Wood to grow out."

Zhang Han shook his head, "Forget that. No matter how long it takes, the first thing I have to do is to find a good place to plant the Thunder-Yang Tree and absorb it's energy . After absorbing the energy, I will be able to reach Qi Refining Realm. At that point, I will be able to use my Treasure Smelling Nose. Adding to those seeds that I placed within the Thunder-Yang Tree, my future seems bright!"

Thinking about it, Zhang Han could not help but start laughing.

The sound of Zhang Han's laughter woke up the little princess.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at Zhang Han as she said in a sweet voice,

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

Zhang Han's laughter came to a halt as he turned his head to look at the little girl. For a moment, he had actually forgotten about this little girl.

"Little girl, I am not your father. We are about to reach my house. I will find something for you to eat later," Zhang Han said as he sneered.

Upon hearing that, the little princess looked as if she had been horribly wronged. She wanted to say something, but at the same time did not dare talk. She did not understand why her daddy had just said that he was not her daddy.

With the Ferrari parked below the old apartment, there was a kind of dissonance when viewed by passers-by. He carried the little girl upstairs. Entering his room, he noticed that the furniture was old and shabby, and the room was in a mess. Only the small blanket on the bed and the pink suitcase beside it were new.

Zhang Han's brows twitched. Sitting down on the sofa, he placed the little princess on the coffee table in front of him and examined her in detail.

The little girl's face was exquisite. She had pretty brows, small and delicate nose, big lustrous eyes, cherry lips which were as thin as a willow leaf and the adorableness and gracefulness of a princess. However, her five sense organs did not have Zhang Han's masculinity.

[Five sense organs refers to nose, eyes, lips, tongue, and ears.]

Perhaps that was a good thing.

"Is this really my daughter? That can't be right," Zhang Han mumbled to himself, when all of a sudden, a tearing pain bubbled forth in his mind.

Twenty years of memories came tumbling out!

At this moment, Zhang Han also understood everything. It turns out that when those 500 years of divine memories rushed into this body of his, it suppressed the twenty years of memories of his body.

After absorbing the twenty years of memories of this current life of his, Zhang Han was somewhat stupefied.

Why did the course of development change in this life?

In his previous life, his parents and sister met with an aviation accident and died. But right now, within his memories, his parents had disappeared bizarrely five years ago; his second uncle, Zhang Ming, still hated his entire family; his sister ran away from home and her whereabouts were unknown. His sister, however, would transfer money to him every month. And as for himself, he was still chased out of Zhang Family by Zhang Ming just like in his previous life.

"Could this be god giving me a chance to make up for my mistakes?"

Joy could be seen in Zhang Han's eyes.

Zhang Han also became aware of the origin of this little girl in front of him.

Her mother was called Zi Yan. Zhang Han was not familiar with her and only knew that she was a celebrity who had once starred in quite a few box-office movies. Five years ago, when Zi Yan was about to reach the peak of her career, Zhang Han had just fallen into the abyss from the peak of his hedonistic life.

After what that could be counted as a matter of a hero saving a beauty, the two of them slept together. However, who would have thought that the 'bullet' that was shot out would be so accurate? Who would have even predicted that Zi Yan would retire right when she was about to reach the peak of her career to hide in North America and give birth to the little princess that was currently in front of Zhang Han.

Right when this little princess was about to reach her fourth year, she began saying that she wanted her father. At that time, Zi Yan had the intention to come out of retirement and back into the entertainment industry, and so she returned to China.

Upon reaching China, Zi Yan brought the little princess to this shabby apartment and gave the little princess seven days to stay with Zhang Han. Perhaps, Zi Yan was also trying to get the little princess to give up on this loser father of hers.

When Zhang Han and Zi Yan met, because of Zi Yan's indifference, his pride flared up and they had a big quarrel. In the end, Zi Yan cursed him out and left, while Zhang Han thought to himself, "The so-called Celebrities are nothing but a bunch of actors or actresses. Why the hell does she put on such airs?" Of course, this was Zhang Han's opinion before his rebirth.

Today was his third day with the little girl.

After confirming that the little girl was indeed his own daughter, Zhang Han's attitude changed. He stared in a daze at the little girl and mumbled with grief:

"A girl?"

"God, are you playing a joke on me? How am I going to pass on my legacy if my child isn't a boy?"

In a moment, emotions surged up in him as he gloomily picked up a cigarette that was on the coffee table, lit it up and took a deep inhale with the cigarette.

The little princess started coughing.

This caused Zhang Han to a pause. Although he wanted a son to carry on his legacy, this little girl was, in the end, his own daughter. Zhang Han sighed as he extinguished the cigarette and stood up to go get a cup of milk for the little girl to drink.

"Thank you, daddy," The little princess said timidly.

Looking at his daughter's shy look, Zhang Han sighed once again. If this was a boy, he would have said, "Dad, I am hungry. Don't laze around and quickly get a cup of milk for me."

Instead his daughter was too shy and delicate to say anything.

However, as quickly as those emotions came, they disappeared. As Zhang Han was watching the little girl gracefully drinking milk, unknowingly, a trace of tenderness appeared in his expression.

Having finished drinking the milk, the little girl placed the baby bottle onto the coffee table, then stretched out both of her slim and tiny arms while speaking in a cute voice:

"Daddy, hug hug."

Zhang Han carried her in his arms and the little girl let out a shy smile as she said happily:

"Daddy? You are my hero. I love you."

The little girl did not mind that her father was slovenly and kissed Zhang Han's cheeks.

Zhang Han's heart melted.

This kiss made Zhang Han feel a warm and tenderness which he had not felt for a very long time.

It filled the hollowness of Zhang Han's five hundred years of loneliness.

"I finally have a child! And so what if it's daughter? Isn't it said that a daughter's love is like a goose down jacket in winter, right?"

Zhang Han began to laugh heartily.

Although the little princess within his arms did not know why her daddy laughed, seeing him laugh made her laugh too.

In a moment, the room was filled with laughter and comfort.

"Daughter, did your mother give you a name?" Zhang Han asked gently.

"Yes, mommy already gave me a name..." The little princess raised her hand and pointed to herself as she spoke in a cute voice, "I am...am called Emily."

After hearing this, the smile on Zhang Han's face immediately disappeared. Even the muscles at the corner of his eyes could be seen twitching, revealing out just how unhappy he felt right now.

"Emily?" Zhang Han said, "This woman is too cruel!"

That his daughter was not surnamed Zhang...Well... Just what was the meaning of this?

"Daddy......" Seeing Zhang Han's expression, the little princess thought that he was angry at her and tears filled her eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry, don't cry, daddy is not talking about you," Zhang Han said.

"Daddy, don't be angry......" The little princess said timidly.

Zhang Han shook his head and said, "Daddy just felt that your name is not good. Let's pick a new name for you instead, okay?"

"All right, all right!" Seeing that her daddy was not angry at her and was even going to pick a new name for her, the little princess became happy once again.

"You should be called......" Zhang Han pondered, and in less than two seconds, he looked towards the little princess within his arms and said, "You should be called Zhang Yumeng, and your pet name should be Meng Meng. What do you think? Do you like that name?"

Zhang Han looked at the little princess with a look of anticipation.

However, the little princess in his arms hesitated.

"But, but I still prefer Emily. That is the name mommy picked for me."

Zhang Han expression stiffed up as he said solemnly, "That won't do!"

But his solemn expression caused the little princess's expression to change and it could be seen that tears were about to burst out from her eyes anytime soon.

Upon seeing that, Zhang Han immediately changed his tone and said in a gentle voice, "My little darling......"