Layla pouted. "You should ask my mom that!"

"I dare not," the manager said while chuckling. "I'm afraid that I'll make her feel sad if I ask her that question."

"But I'm sad, too, now that you have asked me this question!" Layla said gloomily.

"Do you miss your dad?" the manager asked. "He would often tell me how much he loves you. He even said that the only reason he makes plenty of money is so you can spend it all."

"Really?" Layla batted her big, bright eyes and asked, "What else did he say?"

"Your dad doesn't say much, but whenever he talks about you, he gets really excited. He would always say that he loves his daughter best."

Layla felt a lump in her throat.

"Do you want to call your dad? I'm sure he would be really happy if you called him," said the manager. "Your mom has to look after your brother, but I'm sure you can get your mom's phone and call your dad."

"Uncle, I think it's you who wants to talk to my dad, right?" Layla saw right through him.

The manager flus