Rainy pulled on her father's sleeve and sniffed at it from time to time.
"What's wrong? Chu lui's voice was hoarse, and it did not sound too good. He squatted down and fixed his daughter's braids, which had just been combed today. However, there were too many complicated emotions hidden in his bloodshot black eyes.
Rainy picked up her bag and placed it on the ground. Then, she squatted down and rummaged through her bag. She was serious. Chu lui waited and squatted down with her. He wanted to know what his daughter was going to do.
Finally, rainy took out a small water bottle from her school bag. She shook it with her small hand. There was still half a cup left.
She opened the kettle and placed it in front of Chu lui.
"Daddy, drink."
this is for the baby. Daddy doesn't drink it. Chu lui couldn't tell. It came with a straw, and he had bought it especially for his daughter. It was for the child. How could an adult like him use it?
