Ye Ling ultimately couldn't bear to refuse, and followed her father to his guesthouse. It was a room with four beds, yet only Ye He Ping lived there. Because it was New Year, the guesthouse was quite empty. Ye He Ping brought his daughter back, and the smile on his face didn't fade.
Upon entering the room, Ye He Ping chuckled, "Just wait, Shen Bin said he would spend New Year with us. He went out to buy food first, but he'll be back soon, and we'll have a simple New Year's Eve dinner together tonight."
Uh...
Ye Ling paused her hand while taking off her hat, "Dad, you asked him to spend New Year with you?"
"Yes, he's been taking care of you here for the past six months, and now he's alone here at the perfect time to spend the New Year." Ye He Ping thought it was natural.
Ye Ling muttered softly, "What do you mean he takes care of me?"
