As his voice faded, he turned and left.
Lu Nianxin knelt in the living room, crying miserably, "Dad!"
"Ever since I was little, you've always been the one who doted on me the most. Can you really bear to watch me kneel here all night..."
Clang—
The bedroom door was firmly shut.
Lu Nianxin lost all hope and continued to kneel in the living room, her nose running and tears streaming down her face. Occasionally, a sinister look flashed in her eyes, which was seen by Wen Tang, who stood at the stairway landing.
She took a deep breath and suddenly felt much lighter.
With a smile forming on her lips, she turned back to her room, opened her laptop, and got busy.
Suddenly, a beam of light caught her eye.
Wen Tang glanced at it, then pushed her laptop aside and picked up her phone.
It was a message from Pei Heyan.
Quite a surprise.
Apart from work-related matters, he rarely contacted her.
This was the case even when needing to vent emotions.
