Zhu Changlin looked at his daughter. This time, he wasn't angered by the wariness in her eyes, perhaps because of the significance of this day.
He sighed.
"I won't try to explain anything. I am your father and also the Family Head of the Zhu Family. Many people rely on me for their livelihoods. When making decisions, choices have to be made. The words I speak to you today are as a father. Once you've made a decision, be resolute. Use half of your rebellious energy to truly take charge of your affairs. Regardless of success or failure, I think your mother would be happy."
Zhu Changlin slowly stood up. At that moment, his expression was inscrutable, softening only slightly when he uttered his last sentence.
"Xiao Yulan, happy birthday."
After saying this, he walked out of the reception hall.
Zhu Yulan watched silently as his figure receded, feeling somewhat dazed.
Towards this father, she couldn't muster much respect or affection, just a deep-seated resentment.
