As he spoke, An Dafu looked at Yaya, "Yaya, listen to your dad, right now the two of us aren't short on money. If you want to earn money yourself, just treat it as a hobby, there's no need to exhaust yourself. Being diligent is good, but you shouldn't risk your life for it."
In reflection, it was his negligence; it's been days, and the child hasn't gone out. He's been so busy that he hadn't noticed.
But An Dafu also knew that he hadn't noticed because he still didn't fully see Yaya as his own daughter. If it had been An Ning, he would have noticed immediately.
"I understand, Dad." Although An Dafu's tone had always been reproachful, Yaya could hear it: it was his way of caring for her and being good to her.
Suddenly, An Dafu had a thought, "Yaya, how about I give you a new name?"
The name Yaya seemed too casual, and to others, it might sound like the child wasn't valued and was easy to bully.
Yet Yaya's eyes lit up, "Really, Dad?"
