Old Mr. Zhao knew well that now that his daughter is the factory manager, some people would lay their hopes on him.
For this reason, he couldn't pursue it any further.
Before, he had lived alone and hadn't sought it out. Now, living well with his daughter, he thought of it even less.
Meng Yunhan smiled and said, "Dad, it's not about what people say, but that I've gotten busier, and Little Huzi has started preschool. You're alone at home with no one to talk to."
Old Mr. Zhao knew his daughter was considering him, "Dad can help out in the store, and now that Little Huzi is in preschool, he will come home for lunch."
He had things to do, there wouldn't be a lack of company, and he could play chess with his old friends.
"Dad, I'll buy a radio for you." She had been planning to buy a radio for some time but was always too busy.
As soon as Meng Yunhan got home, she went to the sales department to buy a radio and returned, and it didn't even require a ticket.
"Dad, look."
