"Alright, I'm heading out now. I might not have dinner at home."
Old Song was tidying up his clothes at that moment.
Wearing a pair of black leather shoes, black suit pants, a light blue long-sleeve shirt, and glasses.
The most crucial part was that he styled his hair.
He even adjusted his collar.
"Hmm? Dad, didn't someone call you to the clinic? Why are you all dressed up?"
Song Wanqing slightly furrowed her brows.
She knew her dad's lifestyle habits.
Usually, he barely ever dressed up.
But now Song Wanqing felt like she had seen a ghost.
Because her dad actually dressed up.
It didn't make sense.
The caller just said someone from the clinic called about their family ragdoll cat having a lack of appetite, which her dad was quite good at handling.
Plus, the clinic occasionally received calls after hours.
His home was near the clinic anyway.
So generally, when he got a call, he would just drop by.
Being idle at home, passing time with a client was not too bad.
