Tan Rou understood what Father Tao meant. She knew Father Tao was not a cold, heartless scum like Tan Song, who was not worthy of being a father. She was pleased.
"I know, dad," she nodded as she felt touched. "Tao Qi is my younger brother, and I'm confident he'll accept me. If anything happens between us during this moment between I and my brother, you can treat him as normal and not be biased toward me. I know what I'm doing. Let's give him some time." Then, she winked at father Tao meaningfully.
Seeing that his daughter already had a plan, Mr. Tao shook his head and laughed. "You're brilliant. You're confident enough; we don't need to worry about you."
Tan Rou smiled mysteriously. She had seen all kinds of storms. How was it that she couldn't handle a little kid?
Because Tan Rou wasn't affected by Tao Qi's reaction, Father Tao was relieved and liked Tan Rou even more.
