"Hello," Ye Tiao said with a smile, looking at Shi Xuebai in front of her, "Uncle, our Shi Mei has just recovered from a serious illness. May I ask what brings you here?"
Shi Xuebai was taken aback. "Who are you? I'm speaking to my daughter. I am Shi Mei's father!"
"Really?" Ye Tiao looked surprised. "But I heard that Shi Mei doesn't have parents, that they passed away a long time ago!"
"Raising a child is a greater kindness than giving birth to one. I'm her adoptive father!" Shi Xuebai wiped away tears. "Her birth parents died early, and all these years, I've treated her as my own daughter."
"Oh, I see," Ye Tiao nodded. "Then, if she's your daughter and has been having a fever for several days, why are you only coming now?"
"No one notified us!" Shi Xuebai said angrily. "If it weren't for my daughter calling for her father in her high fever, I wouldn't have known that such a serious thing had happened to her!"
