He was getting on in years and couldn't compete with these young people.
Some people, even if they can't win, still fight with all they've got.
But he wasn't one of those people.
Better not to bring trouble upon oneself.
The next second, Old Liu stepped away.
But he didn't leave the area; instead, he sat down to one side.
For some reason, Liu Yue felt a sense of loneliness watching his retreating figure.
Was it her imagination?
He truly seemed so lonely.
It mustn't be an illusion.
Yet as time ticked by, Liu Yue didn't say a word.
Qin Yuan looked at Liu Yue, raised his eyebrows, and spoke slowly.
"You're really concerned about your father right now, aren't you? When Old Liu left just now, you seemed absolutely distraught; you do care deeply about him."
"It's just that your father has done such things, leaving you feeling a bit helpless. But I think he will change."
