Zhou Wenzhi glanced at his eldest daughter and sighed. He suddenly glanced at someone behind her and gestured with his hand. "Shu'er, come here."
The young woman obediently followed her father's words, biting her lip under Zhou Anran's intense gaze.
She sat down beside her sister and greeted them awkwardly. "Father, Elder Sister, you two haven't gone to sleep…"
Zhou Wenzhi nodded. "I have something to tell you two today. I know you must have a lot of questions."
He leaned back slightly, but it didn't diminish the sudden tense atmosphere at all. His hand reached out for the cold tea on the table, and he drank it to moisten his throat.
"Father, do you want me to change it to warm tea?" Zhou Anran couldn't help but ask.
Upon seeing her father nodding, she got up and took the tea from the table. Fifteen minutes later, she came back with a new tea in the teapot.
"Please, try it, Father." Zhou Anran put the tray on the table.
