"Dad, it's almost time for lunch, how about we find a place to eat?"
"Hmm, what do you want to eat? It's my treat."
Maxime Williams isn't really the proactive type, but fortunately, his daughter is very easy-going and initiative, which significantly reduced the sense of worry and restraint in his heart.
"I'm not picky, let's see what you'd like to eat."
"I'm fine with anything."
"Okay then, we just had hot pot a few days ago, and my classmate was there, so it wasn't a good time to eat barbecue. How about we go for barbecue now?"
"Alright."
As Tiana Williams spoke, she glanced at Maxime Williams and saw that he had closed his eyes as if resting them.
But for some reason, Tiana felt she could still catch a faint redness at the corners of her father's eyes—
He sat there quietly, his entire demeanor relaxed, hands resting on his lap. Even so, Tiana sensed a faint touch of melancholy about him.
Perhaps...
She had been mistaken just now.
