"This child!" Zhao Yulan glared at her, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
At that moment, Lin Baohe approached with a small plastic bucket, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to his daughter, "Dad filled it straight from the big tank, it's clean, drink more." He then frowned and looked at his wife, "What did Aunt Zhong's family say?"
"With her temper, you can guess what she said," Zhao Yulan curled her lips, "But Luo Hongying has a good heart, she compensated for what was said about Chuxia."
"Real or fake kindness, who knows," Lin Baohe said then turned to his daughter, "Xia, from now on, you don't need to come to work, wait until you're past your eighteenth birthday to return. Let those gossips say whatever they want, don't mind them!" In his concern for his daughter, he forgot about his original intentions.
