"But Dad, don't you always need a quiet environment to think? Dad doesn't like people around when he is thinking about the case, so why did he suddenly decide to rent out the detective museum!"
Suddenly I realized that my father didn’t understand the predicament we were in now. He had no choice but to take the rental route! "Dad!" I looked at him apologetically, blaming myself for what I was doing.
I can’t help, because my father has to work so hard alone, “Dad, I’m sorry! I will go work and make a lot of money!”
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Dad stroked my hair and sighed: "Now Dad is still in charge of the house, so you don't have to worry about living expenses! Hey, at least buy less skin care products in the future!"
Hearing this, I burst out laughing! Although my father is nearly forty years old, he is a super beauty lover, and his only luxury product is his facial skin cream!
However, during this time, I suddenly realized that my father’s facial skin was not as bright and firm as before. How long had it been since he had applied skin cream?
I remember that when my mother was alive, she told me many times that my father was a rare and handsome man when he was young. My mother fell in love with him at first sight because she was fascinated by his handsomeness, and then the two began to fall in love.
After my mother and father officially started dating, she discovered that my father was both smart and individual, and she fell in love with him fiercely. However, as time went by, she also discovered his strong personality and his unshakable principles, which made our family happy.
I have never been on the road to wealth. My mother has been with my father for more than ten years and still endures hardships.
"Dad! You'd better not buy skin care products. What mom loves most is your handsome appearance!" I said to my father with a smile.
"Hey, baby! Dad can bear the pain and give up his love for you! Besides, your mother has been gone for so many years, who should I take care of?"
Dad smiled again, still showing his optimistic and cheerful side.
Although the thought of his mother made his voice a little sad, he still insisted on saying happily: "Good daughter, when you whisper to your mother at night, you must tell her that I am a qualified and good father!"
"I know!"
"By the way, there's something..." Dad put his hand on my shoulder, with a hesitant look on his face, as if he wanted to tell me something.