An Jiancheng looked at his daughter somewhat angrily. "If you won't do it, are you not my daughter anymore?"
"You can treat me as your daughter, but I certainly don't think of you as my dad," An Ning said, raising her eyebrows challengingly.
An Jiancheng was so angry he didn't know what to say. "You'd better start looking for a house as soon as possible!"
...
An Ning carried things back into the house and then handed all the clothes to her mother. "Mom, I bought these for you online, try them on and see if they fit!"
"Why waste money on unnecessary things," Cheng Yujie murmured, yet she opened the bags and took out the clothes, holding them up one by one to check.
Standing to the side, An Ning had to admit that Dad still understood Mom, as all these clothes were to Mom's taste and suited her very well.
If Dad and Mom could still be together, who knew whether it would be a good thing!
"Mom, how do they look?"
"Not bad, very nice."
