Xia Ruqing, clad in a light green gauze dress, was holding a handkerchief. Wiping her tears while holding onto Zi Yue's hand, she staggered in from outside.
"Father!"
Old Master Xia hurriedly stood up and straightened his clothes. "Qingqing, what brings you here?"
Old Master Xia's face was full of smiles. After all, this was his biological daughter, whom he had neglected over the years. She harbored resentment in her heart. If she vented a little, he would accept it. As long as it did not harm the innocent, anything went! This little ancestor was not someone he could afford to offend now!
Seeing her father's "concern," Xia Ruqing wept again, her tears falling as if they cost her nothing. Her eyes were red and swollen.
Zi Yue, I told you to smear a little chili on the handkerchief, but I never expected you to use so much!!
