101-His Aphrodite

Brent was taken aback by the loud sound.

When he looked up, there was a blonde haired, blue eyed boy standing in front of Elisa, dressed like an elegant little gentleman.

Brent just felt alarm bells going off all over his body.

How could Elisa have a little boy giving her roses at such a young age?

His own daughter was too popular at school, and he could only feel an old father's sourness welling up inside him.

He clenched his fist and was about to step forward and take Elisa away from the boy.

Elisa took the bouquet with maturity but said in a childish voice, "We are still young, we have to study hard, mummy and daddy will be worried."

She patted the boy's shoulder in a serious tone.

"It's fresh... Fresh flowers."

With that said only the blonde haired boy pouted and covered his face as he ran into the school.

Brent froze in his tracks, not expecting his daughter to be as flexible as she was when dealing with something like this.

Elisa put the rose away in her little backpack and went