"Dad, I'm really happy." Fu Ting's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. Her long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings. Her clear deer eyes spread layers of sunlight and shone into Fu Pei's heart.
He thought to himself expressionlessly. With Little Fool's smile, he would pluck the stars from the sky for her, let alone lift the baton.
The proud and unruly young man was silent for a few seconds before he said angrily," Don't think too much. I'm just tired from throwing the shot put, so I wanted to move my wrist."
" You've never participated in school activities with me before," Fu Ting said with great care." This is the first time you're carrying the baton for me as a parent.""
Fu Pei automatically assumed that the " you " Fu Ting mentioned was her real father. He narrowed his eyes. He was obviously very curious about Fu Ting's past with his father, but he looked indifferent on the surface." Why? Your dead father didn't lift the baton for you?""
