Jing Mingzhi laughed at her words. She was still the same. She hasn't changed a bit. With a sound mind, he listened to her quietly. He let her vent out her anger for her father. This was pretty normal between them. Every time, she would sneak out and come to him, she would let her anger out and complain about her father to him.
If someone looked clearly, they could notice happiness, joy, and doting in his eyes for Su Yanruo. His love for Su Yanruo could be seen clearly shining through his eyes.
"And that's why, you will never act like my father," Su Yanruo concluded.
"Okay. Okay. I'll never be like your father," Jing Mingzhi agreed to her words.
"Painter Brother... how did my," Su Yanruo paused and a look of worry came onto her face. "Did my father torture you?" she asked slowly.
