"Mm?"
Seeing her daughter's cautious manner, Gu Hong couldn't help but smile. "Look at how nervous you are. What is it that you find it so hard to tell your father?"
Gu Qingjiu couldn't sit still on the sofa, so she bit her fingernails but ultimately went straight to the point. "Dad, I'm getting married."
Gu Hong: "…"
He froze at this sudden news.
As though he hadn't heard her clearly, he removed his glasses, rubbed his temples, but didn't question her and instead said, "With Niancheng?"
"Mm."
Perhaps realizing that her cousin and uncle were discussing something, Gu Xiaoxi picked up the remote control and started watching television by herself.
Gu Hong said nothing.
Seeing Gu Hong's slightly fatigued manner, Gu Qingjiu realized that the hair on Gu Hong's temples had already turned white.
She couldn't help but feel sad.
Her father was getting on in age.
