However, it seems that her father's fastidious temper was not passed down to her.
She can always eat the kebabs and crispy chicken from the roadside stalls, the wontons from the food stalls, and the stir-fried vegetables with gusto.
Seeing that she didn't speak, her father continued: "Xiaoxiao, go home and admit your mistake to your mother."
When she heard the words "admit your mistake to your mother", she threw her chopsticks on the table, spat out the half-eaten salt and pepper tapioca in her mouth, and sat there with a long face and said nothing.
She can give in to Han Murphy and forgive Wei Ya, but she will never admit her mistake to her mother!
If it weren't for my mother, she would never be in this situation!
This woman has lied to her father all her life and harmed her all her life. Why should she admit her mistake?
The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely awkward. Her father looked at her blankly, not knowing what to say.
In the end, it was she who spoke first: "Dad, I'm full and I have some things to do, so I'll leave first."
After saying that, she stood up and prepared to leave.
"Xiaoxiao," Dad took her hand and said, "Why are you so temperamental? Forget it, I won't say anything anymore, just take this thing with you."
Dad took out an envelope from his bag and handed it to her.
She took it and opened it and saw that it was full of red hundred-dollar bills, estimated at ten thousand yuan.
"Dad, I...I can survive. Besides, I will be able to find a job soon." She usually doesn't need to spend money on food and clothing. In addition to recharging her own mobile phone, she really didn't expect to spend any money.
A place for money.
"Here, it's hard to find a job now. If anything happens, it's good to have some money to defend yourself..."
The hotel was decorated magnificently, and the spotlights illuminated my father’s face very clearly.
Looking up, she suddenly realized that her father was really old, and there was sparkling silver in the middle of his black hair.
The saggy skin, droopy corners of the eyes, and wrinkles...all indicate that he is an old man.
Time flies, twenty-one years have passed, she has grown up, and her father has grown old.
【Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.】
Faced with her father's continuous efforts for twenty-one years, what does everything she does now count?
'Dad, my daughter is older, I hope I can bear some of the hardships for you in the future.'
Holding back the tears in her eyes, she stuffed the envelope into her bag, then turned her back and said goodbye pretending to be relaxed.