Mr. Lin came over in the evening.
Just as a nurse finished changing Lin Gantang's drip, she saw Mr. Lin walk in with his hands behind his back, deep in thought.
"Dad, what are you thinking about?" Lin Gantang asked.
She shouldn't be the one who caused this, right? She was quietly lying in bed. He looked so serious that Lin Gantang was a little scared.
Who knew that Mr. Lin's thoughts were completely different from what Lin Gantang was worrying about. "I went to get your fortune read," he muttered.
You really went?
Lin Gantang imitated her father's thoughtful demeanor and repeated the favorite line of the male protagonist in the novel that Bei Bei had sent. "My fate is up to me, not the heavens. Dad..."
"Get lost. I spent money on it. Even if you don't believe it, you have to listen to me." Mr. Lin slapped the bed.
"Oh." Lin Gantang sat down obediently.
