Trust…
Mingshen was aware of the concept of trust, but now he was starting to feel that he really wasn't so knowledgeable about it.
What do I have to do to make Spicy trust me?
It's not like she hates me, but she doesn't trust me enough…which means what?
Our relationship is kind of in the middle?
Mingshen's brows furrowed.
"Idiot son, the soup will get cold," Yang Bingqing smacked on top of his head.
Mingshen was alone in the dining area, lost in his thoughts.
She thought she would hear some snarky comeback but seeing Mingshen stare at her made her feel suspicious.
"What?"
Mingshen gave it another thought and asked it anyway, "What did you do to earn Dad's trust?"
She blinked twice. "Trust?"
"Or like what did he do to get yours? What did you two do that made you trust each other?"
Yang Bingqing touched his forehead. "You don't have a fever."
"Why do you think I have?"
