"Daughter pays her respects to Father, may Father be well." Lin Qingyue's crisp voice resounded in the study, her gentle and generous demeanor quite pleasing.
Lin Qingyue gathered her courage to speak up. Her sister Qian had told her that their father didn't like timid people, so she could speak softly and gently, but never appear weak.
Indeed, Lin Zhengyang had a good initial impression of the daughter before him and lovingly said, "Hmm, it has been some time since I last saw you, you have grown taller, how old are you now?"
This question was unintentionally hurtful, she respectfully and graciously replied, "Father, I am thirteen years old."
Lin Zhengyang nodded in understanding after hearing this. Lin Qingyue was already thirteen, in just a couple more years, she would reach the age of fifteen.
He suddenly thought of Mrs. Sun and thought that she had raised her daughter well over the years. He decided he would find time tonight to visit her.
