Li Yifei's eyes were filled with encouragement as he said, "Since we've come all this way, how can we not go in?"
"But..."
"There are no buts. No matter what, he is still your father." Li Yifei took Su Yiyi's hand and pushed open the courtyard gate.
Su Yiyi's courtyard was not very large; in the middle was an open space that should have been planted with vegetables or fruit, but instead, it was overgrown with weeds. The surroundings were also in disarray, cluttered with all sorts of junk, and there was an unpleasant smell coming from somewhere.
Su Yiyi's complexion grew even worse. She stomped her foot and said angrily, "I cleaned it up the last time I was here, how did it get like this again?"
At this moment, Li Yifei couldn't be angry with Su Yiyi, feeling only sympathy for her. To have such a father was indeed a very distressing matter for a daughter.
