"So, because I had to take care of Siyu, I deserved to ride in a classmate's car, and now that Siyu is fine, I deserve to cycle on a traditional bike, is that it? Do I have to revolve my life around Siyu?"
Mianmian stared at Shen Jianhua, her tone filled with grievance.
The child who cries gets the sweets. If you want sweets, you need to know how to express injustice at key moments.
"..."
Shen Jianhua was filled with guilt under Mianmian's gaze.
Indeed, he had been too preoccupied with Siyu's situation on this matter and somewhat neglected Mianmian.
However, he couldn't just abandon Siyu and let his daughter continue riding in her classmate's car—that was unacceptable.
As Shen Jianhua was in a dilemma, Zhou Siyu quickly chimed in, "Uncle Dad, if sister doesn't want to sit in the front, I'll sit there."
Shen Jianhua shook his head, "You're taller and won't be comfortable stretching your legs in the front."
