Xu Qiguang found himself at a loss for words. The saying 'children will make their own way in the world'—that you could just let them go and they'd be fine no matter their abilities—was an absolute lie.
From the day he'd nodded and agreed to Changqing's marriage, he'd had a premonition that these two kids would stir up some trouble. So, as a father who had always been protected by his child, shouldn't he be the one to protect her now?
Of course.
This was his Changqing. At five, she had fought for his honor. At eight, for his safety, she had gone by herself to plead with others on his behalf.
All because of a single phrase—'Only when things are stable at home can your father work in peace, without danger, even in the mines.' And so, without a word of complaint, she shouldered the entire household on her own.
She wasn't the older one, Bai Mi!
