"Good, good. I'm finally home." Father Bai, who had never cried much since he was born, felt an indescribable sadness when he saw his daughter, whom he had been separated from for so many years, standing in front of him.
Qiao Mianmian didn't want to cry.
Seeing that her father's eyes were red, she felt a baffling sense of sadness.
"Dad, it's a good thing that my sister is back. Why are you crying?" Bai Yusheng got up and said in amusement, "Also, aren't you being a little biased? Mom told me that when I was hospitalized due to a high fever, I was still unconscious. When the doctor said that my condition was very dangerous, you didn't even cry.
"Why are you crying the moment you see your daughter?"
Father Bai was stunned. He turned around and glared at him.
"Alright, today is our family gathering. We should be happy. Dad, look at you crying. Sister's eyes are red, too. Don't cry. I can't stand you guys being so emotional."
