Yang Yun was delighted when Father Yang agreed: "Dad, thank you, you're always so good to me."
"You, since you know I'm good to you, you should strive to do better! You're already in your twenties, you can't always live under your parents' protection. You went to the army for just a few days and came running back complaining, how does that work? Don't you want a bright future?"
Yang Yun couldn't care less, laughing: "Of course I want a bright future. You and mom only have one daughter, I have to bring honor and glory for you both, but I'll try hard, and you have to treat me well too!"
Father Yang was startled at first, then smiled faintly: "Yes, we only have you. Who else would we be good to?"
Yang Yun didn't notice her father's expression and looked back at the kitchen: "Smells so good! Are we having fish soup? Let Yang Zhen come over. Doesn't she like fish?"
"The school isn't close. Don't bother."
