"Let's go," Ning said to the ground and walked away from the place, taking a different road.
Emma quickly followed next to him, holding his arm. "What was that about, papa?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" Ning asked. "What was what about?"
"You know what I'm asking about," she said. "What were you doing there?"
"Oh, I heard the mayor was ill and went to heal him," Ning said." I wasn't aware you were the one that had made him ill."
"How can you not know that?" she asked. "Doesn't the system tell you everything?"
"Do you think I'm constantly asking the system what you are doing at all times?"
"I would hope you would," Emma said with a little pout. "What sort of father doesn't care about his daughter?"
Ning pinched her nose. "Who said I don't care about you?" he asked.
Emma hit him lightly on the back. "Don't pinch me so hard!" she said. "It hurts."
