The sound of a chime rang through the restaurant as the door opened. Charles, who was busy serving, turned toward the entrance to greet the newcomer.
"Welco—" Charles stopped mid-sentence, the exhaustion on his face vanishing as soon as he saw his beautiful daughter light up the restaurant.
Penny's eyes scanned the room before her gaze settled on her father. A smile quickly appeared on her face as she rushed inside, heading straight for Charles, who was cleaning a table.
"Papa, do you need help?" she quickly offered. "Let me do it."
"It's okay, my princess."
Penny then grabbed the tray and grinned. "I'll do it. Papa, you look very tired."
"Haha." Charles's face softened, and he shook his head in surrender, letting his daughter take the tray while he placed the rest of the used glasses on it.
