"Dad, why don't you come with me?" The next morning, as soon as Han Yichen finished washing his face and brushing his teeth, he heard Han Ziyan's voice. He paused and turned to look at his adopted daughter with a frown on his face. "Where do you want me to come with you? I have no money." These days, other than Han Ruochen, Han Yong and Han Xuehan—no one bothered him. Even his autistic son would come and see how he was doing, but he had never seen Han Ziyan come to see him.
Now, all of a sudden, she came to meet him and even asked him to come out with her. He could not help but think that the girl wanted money from him, and that was the only reason she came to see him.
