"Dad, take care of your wife. Will you still love your daughter?"

Emman put the chicken soup on the table. "Are you too tired from work recently? Why is your body so weak?"

"Dad, when you say this, do you feel a pain in your conscience? I've been on vacation for half a month before working for a day, and I fell ill shamelessly. I don't believe I work hard."

Emman touched her head. "You can still laugh. It seems that your body is recovering well."

"That's necessary. Don't look whose daughter I am."

Emily was too lazy to talk to Emman and daughter and walked slowly in the VIP...