Hearing that his daughter intended to continue with studies back in school, Chen Baichuan took a long breath and his stiffened body sunk into the sofa.
"You feel relieved to hear me going back to school?" Qianmo asked.
Chen Baichuan took up the newspaper and said in a relaxed tone.
"I don't care about you and do whatever you like. You pick the road, so don't cry in my arms whatever you become in the future!"
Although he sounded so annoyingly harsh, Qianmo could still sense his eased face behind the newspaper. This old man must be giggling there, wasn't he?
Her aunt, who came out of the kitchen with dishes in her hands, exposed him without hesitation.
