"..." Ruan Jianguo.
"..." Ruan Jiaojiao.
"Dad, you're drunk. Let's go home." Shu Jiao said, casting a glance at Ruan Jianguo, signaling him to come up and help support Old Shu. But Old Shu pushed her hand away, his eyes unexpectedly turning red.
Looking at her, he said, "Xiaojiao, Dad is sorry."
"It's Dad who's useless. Otherwise, how could you have suffered so much over all these years? You're even smarter than your siblings. It was Dad who held you back from going to university. Xiaojiao…" As he spoke, Old Shu's voice became choked with emotion.
Old Shu had always been a man with a stern expression, at least in the eyes of the three Shu siblings.
But no one knew that over the years, the only thing weighing heavily on Old Shu's heart was Shu Jiao.
Shu Jiao was his first child, and for every parent, their first child carries extra hopes and love.
