Yun Hao looked at his daughter, a carbon copy of his wife, "Your mom went upstairs to rest, why are you back today?" It's not Friday, why has his daughter returned?
Little Xingxing glanced up the stairs, "I had a competition yesterday, and we got today off, so I came back."
"Don't disturb your mom, let her rest for a while."
"And your second brother?"
Thinking of her second brother, Little Xingxing said, "At the military school, no holidays,"
Little Xingxing knew that her second brother being at military school was somewhat comforting to Dad, and Mom also had high hopes for him.
"Your mom hasn't been in a good mood lately. If you have time, try to keep her company."
Little Xingxing thought of her grandfather's situation, "Is it because of grandfather?"
She felt some sadness about his departure, but because of studies and other matters, it had slowly faded a lot.
