Lao San had uncommonly progressive thoughts and, having made up his mind, didn't argue with Shen Luhua. Instead, he entered An'an's room and talked to her for a while, sharing his thoughts with her.
"Dad, does my sister really want to come back to pick me up?" An'an asked cautiously.
"Don't worry," Lao San patted his chest, "I'll write her a letter, and she won't dare not to come back."
"Good, Dad, you're really wonderful," An'an smiled through her tears, "I will definitely make a lot of money and take care of you in the future."
"As long as you're doing well, that's enough for me," Lao San said with difficulty as he stood up, "Stop crying, it's unlucky to cry on New Year's Day, you might end up crying all year."
"Okay, I won't cry anymore; I won't hold a grudge against my mom."
"This child! Go to sleep early, tomorrow we have to go pay New Year's visits."
"Mhm!"
