The door was open, and as Shen Jianhua looked inside, he saw Shen Mianmian sitting on the bed, like a supervisor, with no intention of helping. His brows furrowed slightly.
"Mianmian, why don't you give Siyu a hand? That's a large bucket of water; how could she possibly carry it?"
He felt somewhat guilty toward his daughter, but he didn't want her to grow up selfish. He hoped that the sisters would support each other in the future, making their lives better and better.
Shen Mianmian laughed, "If she can't carry it, does it mean I can?"
"I'm not asking you to carry it; I'm asking you to help lift it." Shen Jianhua's frown deepened, feeling that his daughter was twisting his words.
He didn't mean to blame her, but he believed that Siyu would definitely be capable in the future. After entering high school, they would see each other less often. If they didn't form a closer bond now, their affection might diminish once they started their own families.
