Ye Zhenhua took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "I'm aware of the fact that Youyou had a hard time in your household before."
As he spoke, he glanced at Shen Zhilie. "I heard that the old lady in your house treated her terribly, so I'm not holding out hope that she'll be kind to Qianqian. But you'd better promise me that you'll protect my daughter well. In the past, I always worried that she wouldn't be able to find someone suitable. Now what I'm worried about is that she'll be bullied by your family."
Ye Zhenhua sighed and gazed at Ye Qianqian. In a tone of concerned exasperation, he said, "Can't you cause me a little less worry?"
Ye Qianqian looked at him with a hurt expression. "You're the one who chose to worry! What can I do about that?"
Ye Zhenhua glared at her, but his face betrayed how helpless he felt. "I guess," he said.
