"Little Ye has a tolerant personality. When she saw the photo in my office, her face was pale like a piece of white paper. I thought that she would be very angry. Even if she wasn't angry, I thought that she would at least lose control of her emotions. But she didn't. She endured it forcefully. She endured it…" Commander Xia sighed softly as he spoke. "My heart aches, and I'm worried. She's too tolerant. Old Fu, it's not a good thing for a child to be too tolerant.
"She keeps everything to herself and doesn't show her emotions easily. To put it nicely, she doesn't show her emotions on her face. To put it bluntly, she doesn't know how to sort herself out. My words are a little unpleasant. Don't mind me."
Mr. Fu smiled and shook his head. "Why would I mind? That girl told me in the past that you dote on her like your biological daughter. Even your son is ranked below her. I know your painstaking efforts. I can't even thank you enough. Why would I mind?"
