"Ningning..." An Jiancheng clutched his daughter, his eyes turning red with anguish. "Don't go, talk to your father. Tell me how you've been these past few years, I'm worried about you."
An Ning struggled, but couldn't shake off her father's grip. "I'm not as miserable as you imagine, nor as useless. At least I can work, I can teach piano. I can cover my own living and miscellaneous school expenses. And I should thank you. Didn't you make a donation to B University, covering the meal costs for all the students in need? I just so happen to be able to eat for free in the school cafeteria, although I need to serve food and wash dishes there two days a week. Doing a bit of work for a free meal is worth it."
An Jiancheng's heart immediately ached, feeling a sourness in his throat. "My daughter, I'm sorry, your father... I didn't take good care of you. I had no idea you eat free lunches at school."
