Because of his daughter's caution, Lu Qichuan felt as if someone had cut his heart, causing it to bleed.
"Of course not,"Lu Qichuan said. "Don't think too much. Daddy will be back in a few days."
"But can daddy think clearly? Why has mommy refused to forgive you all these years?"Lu Sichen asked her own question.
Lu Qichuan could only remain silent.
But in order not to continue like this, he had to think clearly about whether he should continue or give up.
After ending the call with his daughter, Lu Qichuan picked up his clothes and walked out.
When he went down to the second floor, Lu Qichuan saw a figure that turned around. Was it the painter who came to sketch?
Lu Qichuan shook his head. He went downstairs and told AH fubo that he was going out for a walk. He would be back around ten o'clock.
Because it was too late, Ah Fubo's aunt and the others had to wait for a long time before closing the door.
