Since her father did not act recklessly, Xie Qiao did not mind that he spent some money to make himself feel better.
She also understood that his father had become a bandit when he was over ten years old and was used to acting recklessly. Now that he was an official, he was restrained everywhere and was even looked down upon by others. He could not help but feel aggrieved.
If it was not for the sake of his children and descendants, he would probably rather go to the top of the mountain and become the overlord than be a pushover in the capital.
Therefore, she usually gave in to her father.
"There are so many scheming people in the capital that I can't even count. Father, you're a little silly. It's very easy to deceive you. It's true that you're doing this out of kindness, but have you investigated the background of that person?" Xie Qiao asked slowly. She seemed to be very reasonable.
