"Yes, I've come..." Qiao Yonghui approached the bedside, looking at Jian Xi with pain in his heart.
Now, he truly felt heartache for Jian Xi. As a father, he dearly loved his only treasure. He wished he could take her pain and hurt upon himself!
Nan Mufeng watched silently from the side.
With paternal love there, could Jian Xi let go now?
So many times she had intensely called out for her ideal "Dad," and finally, he was by her side...
"I'm fine," Jian Xi's heart was also somewhat heavy, "Why did you come early?"
"I wanted to see you and check if there was anything I could help with..." Qiao Yonghui's voice trembled, low with guilt that ran deep, making him unable to face his daughter, his speech full of fear towards her.
A father, turning out like this, was really something!
Jian Xi sighed, suddenly feeling relieved: "Mufeng has prepared everything, there should be no need for help."
