"Hey, Qingqing, why have you packed so many things? What are you planning to do?"
This early morning.
Old Song, while cleaning up, noticed his daughter was packing quite a lot of stuff.
Although she didn't have a suitcase, her travel bag was stuffed full.
Old Song felt that something was a bit fishy; his daughter must be hiding something from him.
He curiously asked her.
"Dad, to give you a nice vacation environment during National Day, I plan to travel around our hometown for a while, like climbing Mount Emei or something."
At this moment, Song Wanqing was making breakfast in the kitchen while speaking casually.
"Climbing Mount Emei? You alone? You definitely can't go alone!"
Song Wenqing frowned upon hearing this.
He only had this precious daughter; how could he be at ease letting her climb Mount Emei alone?
If something really happened, how would he cope at his age?
So, if she were going alone, he certainly wouldn't agree to let her go.
