"Father!" Li Xiaoran was touched. When she called out to him, tears flowed down her face.
When Li Shun saw Li Xiaoran crying, he was shocked. He reached out clumsily to wipe the tears off his daughter's face, but he remembered that his hands were covered in calluses, so he went to look for a handkerchief.
Unexpectedly, the handkerchief that was usually in his wallet wasn't there.
Seeing that her man was so anxious, Zhao Xiu quickly took out a handkerchief and walked over to wipe the tears off Li Xiaoran's face.
"Silly girl, your father didn't do this to make you cry, but to make you smile! What other people's children have, our children should have too. We had limited capabilities in the past, but we want you girls to be happy."
Li Xiaoran nodded with tears in her eyes and said, "Thank you, Father, Mother!"
Zhao Xiu hugged Li Xiaoran and touched her head.
