Off to the side, Ming Zhiyuan watched the siblings, a small curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
The doctor came in and wheeled Ming Ci into the operating room.
Outside the operating room, the red light came on.
After sitting on the bench for a short while, Ming Ge felt restless, picked up her bag, and stood up, "Dad, I'm going to step out for a bit."
Ming Zhiyuan didn't ask for details but cautioned Ming Ge to be careful, because he deeply knew one thing—
Children grow up, they have their own thoughts and privacy, and they don't want their parents and elders to interfere or pay too much attention.
Ming Zhiyuan's face broke into a smile that was both weathered and content.
Compared to the past, when their father-daughter relationship was full of conflict, his now sensible, modest, and attentive daughter left him wanting for nothing more.
"Go ahead, be careful."
"I know, I'm a grown-up now," said Ming Ge helplessly.
