Rosie's eyes brimmed with tears as she clutched Li Jingming's hand, crying, "Brother Jingming, please don't worry, I will definitely have my father find the best doctor in the world to treat your eyes. I believe it won't be long before you can see the light again."
Li Jingming coldly withdrew his hand without the slightest hint of being moved, "No need!"
Rosie looked at her empty palm, her heart aching, but she still tried to bite back the tears, "Brother Jingming, I know you're in a bad mood right now, so your temper is bad too. It's okay, I don't mind, I'll stay by your side. Just call for me if you need anything."
Upon hearing that his daughter was offering free caregiving services, Rosen's face became gloomy, and he coughed, "Rosie, don't you have a painting competition coming up? That's been your dream for many years. You should go participate in that instead; I will arrange for some of my men to take good care of him."
