But ever since she grew up, it seems like she's become more sensitive, perhaps it's because she's a girl, and with him doing business, he's often away from home for days.
He himself hadn't noticed from when it started, but his Ningning had changed.
Forget about it, those unpleasant memories are better left unspoken.
Looking at the fragrant chicken soup in front of him, An Dafu only felt his stomach growling.
After finishing a bowl of chicken soup, An Dafu put down the empty bowl, reached out and patted An Ning's head, saying, "My dear Ningning, these hands of yours are meant for writing, painting, and playing the piano, not for doing chores!
Just wait a while, until Dad recovers from his injury, then I'll find a way to make money, and I promise I'll make my Ningning a proper lady again."
"Dad, I'm not feeling wronged, you don't need to rush. What's important is that you recover well."
