Mr. Su, with his dark skin and stooped back—a true representation of a rural farmer—now held a remarkably firm expression, striving with all his might to support his wife and daughter.
At this moment, he began to merge in Su Li's eyes with the memory of her father, who, after an initial setback, had been as wretched as a stray dog yet still persisted in seeking justice for his daughter.
Su Li felt a sourness in her heart and couldn't help regretting the excuse she had fabricated.
"Mom and Dad, don't worry, I lied before...."
"My health is fine; I'm not sick.... I just wanted to bring you over to stay for a few days, but I was afraid you wouldn't come, so I made up a reason to deceive you."
"I'm sorry...."
Mrs. Su stared at her daughter in shock, then, realizing what had happened, raised her hand to smack Su Li on the back. Angry yet joyful, she said, "You little rascal...."
