"Yes!"
"Go down."
The speaker was a blonde beauty, tall and possessing eyes like deep autumn waters - a serene and gentle gaze, yet carrying an ocean-like depth of sadness.
Standing by the window, staring at the blooming roses throughout the estate, the beauty turned around only after the footsteps behind her had faded, and gracefully, calmly, sat down on the nearby sofa.
She was none other than the current resident and only daughter of the Davis family, the sole child, Lisha Davis.
"Lily, are you really going to do that?"
A tall figure appeared at the door, seemingly in his fifties, but actually over sixty for years.
Looking at her father walking toward her, Lisha whispered, "I want to try."
The current head of the Davis family, nad Ian, heard his daughter Lisha’s words, paused for a mont, then said, "But if the chairman of Jiang’s finds out, things might not end well."
"You know, whether it succeeds or not, it won’t harm the child in any way, but she is Allen’s hope..."
"Why not just say it clearly?"
"That person will never agree; I walked into the wrong room back then."
"I really can’t handle you!"
Ian shook his head powerlessly.
Lisha’s eyes were filled with sadness, her tone full of apology, "I just don’t want to give up on the hope of saving Allen, even if it’s slim. I want to try, I’m sorry, father!"
"My child, you don’t need to apologize to . If there’s a chance to save Little Allen, I’m naturally happy for him." Saying this, Ian consoled his daughter Lisha with a few words before turning to leave.
...
Dostic.
Waiting for a full three months without Lawyer Wang bringing Jiang Boya along, Fang Su beca irritable, showing a bad face at ho at every turn. Regardless of whom she was facing, as long as the other party said sothing wrong, it was like igniting a powder keg.
"What’s wrong with you lately?"
Before sleep at night, Feng Lin, aka Old Master Feng, suddenly asked Fang Su. Hearing this, Fang Su’s heart tightened, trying to stay calm, she said, "I’m fine!"
Feng Lin frowned, "Not to ntion anything far, just today, Leilei cos ho just once a week on Saturday and has to return to kindergarten by Sunday. Even if you’re upset about other things,
don’t vent your anger on a little girl. Moreover, she’s yours. Like this afternoon, you frowned as soon as you saw her, and spoke without kindness; I couldn’t even stand it sitting in the living room."
"I rely ntioned her casually a couple of tis, does that count as losing my temper?"
Fang Su seed indifferent.
"Children have self-esteem, and I’m in no way Leilei’s father. You speak so poorly about her in front of , how does that leave her dignity?"
Feng Lin truly couldn’t understand. All of a sudden, she cried and laughed, telling him she had a daughter and said her daughter was just their little nanny, followed by asking him to arrange work for her. In short, she was quite attentive towards the young girl. But how long has it truly been?
Just over three months, and she’s already showing impatience to her own daughter, frequently scolding the little girl as having a wooden head, anwhile despising the girl’s sense of rustic mannerisms, even saying she looks nothing like a crown prince wearing a dragon robe.
Anyway, when he heard those words, they didn’t quite sound like the ones a mother ought to say about her daughter.
After a brief silence with pursed lips, Fang Su asked, "Are you thinking I’m too much?"
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