After hearing his daughter's words, Qiao Shiwen's face went sour.
He was noticeably embarrassed.
He was feeling awkward.
He felt trapped.
"Dad." Qiaoqiao intentionally studied Qiao Shiwen's expression, her slender hand lightly patting his shoulder, "When my mom was alive, she never personally knit you a sweater, did she? How can you refuse such a gracious offer from my mother-in-law?"
After she finished speaking, Qiaoqiao laughed out loud.
Leaving Qiao Shiwen even more uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, Yun Mo, sitting across the father-daughter duo, finally chimed in, "Qiaoqiao, your dad doesn't often visit."
His words seemed like a reminder.
Qiaoqiao got his hint and toned down their teasing, knowing it would make her dad uncomfortable.
