when Joice saw her father, her eyes were filled with reliance. she immediately jogged over. yu tingchuan picked up the child and looked up again, his deep eyes fixed on song qincheng.
even though he looked tired, that gaze still made her feel warm.
"are you hungry?" yu tingchuan asked.
"it's alright." song qincheng noticed that there were white chrysanthemums and petals on his shoulder, and she reached out to help him brush them off.
then, her hand was held by a warm feeling.
yu tingchuan carried the child with one arm and held her hand with the other. " "there are other people watching inside. i'll take you to dinner first."
the funeral parlor was located in a remote area, and there weren't many high-end restaurants nearby. song qincheng wasn't a picky eater, so yu tingchuan chose a clean restaurant and ordered light dishes.
