Holding the lunchbox in her hands, Shi Qing sniffed. "Qiao Nan, you, you're really quite annoying." Afterward, Shi Qing simply ran off.
Qiao Nan, who received a scolding, was wide-eyed and confused. "I don't think Shi Qing was really scolding me, right? Don't tell me she meant that I'm likable when she said that?"
After writing his letter, Shi Peng, who had maintained the same posture for some time since his daughter left, wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands when he heard the sound of his daughter's running footsteps. He then cleared his throat. "You're back so soon. I thought you'd chat with Qiao Nan for a longer time."
Seeing that Shi Peng remained in the same posture since she left, Shi Qing took a breath and tried her best to sound happy. "Dad, your tummy is not good. It's already so late. Quickly have your meal."
"Have my meal?" Shi Peng was surprised at his daughter's words. "How rare. You're actually concerned about this?"
