Su Zhao-shi: "Ah Lee, if you want to cry, just cry, your father has wronged you... I have hurt you for a lifetime..."
Su Zhao-shi insisted because today's events had greatly impacted Su Li, prompting a rapid change in her temperament.
The daughter from before, though tender and gentle, was at heart a sensitive young girl.
Su Li: "..."
She didn't even need to think of an excuse, one different from her original personality, Old Sir Su had already found the reason himself.
Su Li looked around, feeling the covert glances cast from all directions, furrowed her brows, and softly said, "Father, let's go back and talk."
Su Zhao-shi also saw the surrounding people, hiding and darting, with either looks of regret or sympathy.
Su Zhao-shi's brows were so knitted they seemed like they could kill flies, his daughter was not yet in a position to be pitied by others.
However, still considering his own daughter, Su Zhao-shi didn't say anything and, flinging his sleeves, walked ahead.
