"I know your grandpa only has your mom as a daughter, and your grandma is no longer with us," said Qiao Qingyu. "Even though we've lived in the Qiao Family Team for so many years, we can't escape the truth—it's still a rural community. Your grandpa won't let your mom return to the Qiao Family Team."
Qiao Qingyu nodded. "Dad, that's for sure. Let's put ourselves in their shoes for a moment..." Qiao Qingyu said with a smile, as if she hadn't noticed Qiao Zhicai's conflict, helplessness, and a hint of deep pain.
"Let's make an analogy," she continued. "You and my mom were workers in Ning'an County, right? And when I was little, I got kidnapped..."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Qiao Zhicai's face changed. He couldn't stand such talk; his daughter was the apple of his eye.
"Dad, I'm just making an analogy. Listen to me."
Qiao Zhicai snorted through his nose, but his mood seemed to improve.
