"Training Xie Qian?"
Lin Fan was bewildered as he looked at Qu Liping. This request truly short-circuited his brain.
Xie Qian was her own daughter; how could she use the word 'training'?
"Yes, Master, after I went back last night, I thought about it. I've been too harsh on her since she was little, and my useless husband only makes things worse—he's of no help at all. Now that the two of us are in this mess, it's probably impossible to mend things. If this continues, you might save her once, but not a second time. So, asking you to step in is the only solution!"
Qu Liping knelt there, looking at Lin Fan sincerely with a convincing expression that left him truly speechless.
"Do you know what you're eating now? Your daughter held it and gnawed on it for quite a while this morning."
Lin Fan leaned back in his chair, shaking his head helplessly.
"Master… have you already taken her in?"
