I didn't know what Bell said on the other end of the phone, but Emily giggled. Her voice sounded surprisingly tender, not as childish or innocent as a child.
Other parents left with their children one by one, but I was standing stupidly behind my indifferent daughter.
Later, Bell drove over. Before the car's door was opened, Emily ran over enthusiastically. Bell came out with a gentle face and hugged Emily, saying, "Oh, my baby, why are you unhappy?"
Emily rubbed Bell's ears and said, "I want you to pick me up."
I looked at the scene in front of me and felt something was wrong.
Although they were father and daughter, Emily was six years old now. She had developed well and was already tall, like a teenage girl. Everyone knew that when a girl grew up, she should not be too intimate with her father.
It was a bit inappropriate. If others saw it, they would misunderstand.
I walked over and whispered, "Emily, you are already six years old. You should not be too intimate with men. Can you let me hug you?"
Bell pushed me away impatiently and said, "Alice, don't be crazy.
"You can't stand seeing me getting close to my daughter, right? Why're you so annoying?"