And the other side stole brazenly, self-righteously.
He wasn't happy about it.
They aren't even married yet, and his daughter still has the last name Li.
Li He pulled out a clean handkerchief, saying that Li Susu has had delicate skin since she was a child and can't use regular paper to wipe it.
Then, he held his daughter's arm and turned her face towards himself.
Being pampered by a father was naturally a blessing. Susu was happy, but then her other arm was grabbed by Huo Sichen. He said, "I've already wiped it clean, Uncle. I was very gentle. Don't worry."
Even the most insensitive would notice that the atmosphere was off. He thought that their previous grievances had been resolved and that they could coexist peacefully.
How could this happen again...
Li Susu thought for a few seconds, broke free from Huo Sichen, and held her father's arm: "Dad is always so thoughtful. When I cried as a child, you always used a handkerchief to wipe my face."
