"Alright."
Xia Siyu said to Xia Youbiao again, "Dad, we'll be heading out first."
Xia Youbiao immediately withdrew his hand from Xia Sicai's side. "You're leaving?"
Xia Sicai's expression darkened a little at the same moment.
Xia Siyu nodded, "I might have to go back tonight to record a New Year's greeting, so I need to head back and deal with some work first."
Xia Youbiao quickly responded, "We should leave too."
"Dad!" Xia Sicai immediately called out to him, "Can you stay with me this year? I really miss you and Mom."
This was Xia Sicai's usual tactic. Back when she and her mom returned to China, she often played the victim in front of Xia Youbiao—pretending to be sick at one moment, complaining of nightmares at another—just like ancient concubines vying for favor, all to keep their dad from visiting them.
