Qin Muliang gestured to Qin Yin, who pursed her lips and asked, "Dad, are you no longer angry?"
Qin Muliang laughed, "As her father, how can I genuinely be angry with her? Come, sit down next to me."
Qin Yin was suddenly touched; her father was still the same loving man he had been in her childhood, always there for her. She had previously been too immature to understand this.
Unable to hold it in, she blamed all her past conflicts with her father on herself.
Her eyes welled up with tears, yet she managed a smile, and sat on the edge of Qin Muliang's bed.
Seeing this, Qin Han cooed, "Dad, you're biased."
Li Yueyi shot Qin Han a glare, and she fell silent.
Then, Qin Muliang beckoned Li Yueyi, still holding Qin Yin's hand, "You come here."
Li Yueyi also sweetly moved to join them.
Qin Muliang cleared his throat slightly; Qin Yin helped pat his back, but she deliberately ignored Li Yueyi who was now sitting alongside them.
