Xu Haohai looked at Lin Tian with righteous indignation, feeling a deep sense of crisis, as if this man in front of him would steal his most precious daughter.
Lin Tian felt quite innocent. What do you mean by not even able to hold hands? I haven't even held her hand, okay?
"If we can't hold hands, then can we touch her leg?" Lin Tian looked up at him.
"Nonsense! Of course not!"
"But treating her leg requires massage, and massage definitely involves contact. If you say it's not allowed, how can I treat her?"
"..."
Xu Haohai was silent, as this was simply an ultimate dilemma for him.
If Lin Tian isn't allowed to treat her, his daughter's leg would become lame. But if he allows it, losing his daughter would be a disaster.
"Fine, touching her leg it is... as long as you can heal her leg."
Eventually, Xu Haohai sat back on the sofa. He compromised. However, there was another thought in his mind: if Lin Tian dared to lay hands on his daughter, he'd chop off his hand!
