An Shuying's face relaxed. "Dad, I'm not angry."

"if you're not angry!" Ansheng smiles at ease.

it's nine o'clock in the evening. An Shuying grabs Ansheng's hand and says, "Dad, it's so late. Why are you here?"

"don't you worry? Come and have a look! "

she lost blood inexplicably, but she scared the old man out of his wits, thinking that he really wanted the white hair man to send the black hair man. However, she woke up now, and it's OK. His heart is down.

knowing everything, an Shuying sniffed, "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm worrying you."

"I'm counting on you now, you child. I'm not worried about who...