"Qinghe!" Ning Jingshen, for once, was not muddled and frowned, "Xixi is here to see me!"
Lu Qinghe sensed trouble, this wretched girl, has she already won Ning Jingshen's heart so quickly?
Her eyes darting, she said, "Old Ning, the doctor said you shouldn't get too emotional. Look at what this girl has done, she's made you cry! Isn't she deliberately hoping for your ill health?"
Ning Jingshen frowned slightly, "Alright, I know you mean well."
Ning Xixi had no affection for Lu Qinghe and gently said, "I should leave now."
"Stop right there!" Lu Qinghe was persistent, "Can't you even call out 'Dad' now?"
Ning Xixi was utterly speechless, and turning back, she saw Ning Jingshen's no-longer-young face, filled with wrinkles, looking at her with full expectation.
Her heart softened after all.
Blood, was indeed thicker than water.
"Dad, take good care of yourself; I'm leaving."
"Ah, good girl," Ning Jingshen said warmly, casting a gloomy shadow on Lu Qinghe's face.
