Chapter 103

{You tell me why you're insisting we're not divorced later, asshole.}

Yes, I ended up texting him something that might... that might just make him a little better.

I braided a small portion of my hair then tied it at the back. I put on my coat then took my bag.

"Kuya, can you give me a ride? I am a little lazy. You know what happens when I drive lazily, right? I always end up with a fucking ticket from some police officers who doesn't know their place."

He chuckled then pat my head. "Sure. But you should not talk like that about police officers who're just doing their jobs."

I flipped my hair. "You used to like this. What? Is this some sort of black magic and suddenly turned you into some good man?" I sarcastically said.

"Nope, I just fell in love just like you did, little sis," He laughed.

"Well then, looks like we go really crazy because of love."

Dad laughed at us. "Seems like the both of you took after me," He joked.

"Yeah, seems like that's the case. We are a family who have such