"Daughter, on your father's birthday night, we invited the Moore family, but whether they'll come is still uncertain. If they don't, you should look for a good family yourself."
Lady White walked into Sophia's room, her humble yet hopeful voice sounded behind her.
Sophia's face was indifferent, like a marionette, pulling a soulless smile,
"Mom, I know. By the way, should I invite more friends over? This way, there'll be more young talents. If it's just dad inviting them, then they'll all be from your generation."
Sophia said obediently, her gaze vacant, with no joy for her father's birthday.
Lady White, hearing this, thought her daughter had finally wised up. Her pale face showed a satisfied and comforting smile.
Sophia looked at her mother in front of her, her right hand touching the band-aid on her mother's forehead gently. Lady White thought she was touching her hair, but instantly understood Sophia's intentions and couldn't help but step back a few steps.
