On weekends, if we both were free, most of the time we'd stay at home. While I browsed the internet, I watched her studying at the desk under the window. A strange thought came to me: if I were a father, and my daughter was this hardworking, outstanding, smart, and pretty, it would truly be a joy of fatherhood. I would nurture her with my utmost effort, the best conditions, and the most precious opportunities, like watering a vibrant green plant.
One day she was really happy and told me that the interpretation at the meeting that day went very well.
"Do you know who I partnered with?"
"Yang Yanyan?"
"Can you give me some face and pretend not to know?"
"I don't want to, but my IQ is too high to control. Go on, tell me about it."
