Huang Pu Fangyang is already over forty years old this year, but because she maintains herself well, she still looks like she is just in her early thirties.
She sat slightly lowering her eyes on the sofa, brushed aside the hair on her forehead, and tucked it behind her ear.
After a moment, she asked, "Dad, is Yunxi going to live at home?"
Mr. Nangong shook his head, "I don't plan to let him stay at home. I know you don't mind, but deep down, there is still that barrier. I won't trouble you."
Listening to Mr. Nangong's words, Huang Pu Fangyang felt a bit guilty, "Dad, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to know if he's staying at home, so I could tidy up a room for him, to make him more comfortable."
Mr. Nangong sighed, "Alright, you don't need to worry about it. I know you're kind-hearted, but don't wrong yourself. Understand?"
Huang Pu Fangyang looked deeply at Mr. Nangong and after a moment, nodded, "Thank you, Dad."
