"Alas! Heads of the aristocratic families started to ascend the mountain today; will your father come?" Bai Mucheng tilted her head and pondered, "He definitely will, since yesterday was your birthday, he must be anxious to see you."
Sangmo chuckled dryly to himself, thinking: Father Su? He's probably more interested in taking my life.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
As they were talking, a middle-aged man dressed splendidly, but covered in dust, casually walked up to them.
Chishui Huang quickly went over to greet him when she saw him from a distance.
Sangmo, too, was surprised and thought to herself: Could it be he still cares about his eldest daughter? He just doesn't know how to show it.
Just as she was about to go up and greet him, Father Su's expression suddenly changed, and he swung his hand fiercely in a slap.
Sangmo, quick as lightning, raised her hand to block it.
