Cha Qing Luo's father nodded."I know, I know. I'm all grown up now. I have to take care of you."
Although he said this, Cha Qingluo's father was happy and smiled affectionately. He thought his daughter was very good.
Cha Qing Luo pouted."Dad, I'm serious. You're fine. I still have my family and father. You don't want me to be an orphan, do you?"
"No, how could you be an orphan? no, you can't be."
Cha Qing Luo's father shook his head and picked up the bottle to drink.
"Dad, you're not in good health, yet you still drink."
"Alright, alright, I won't drink, I won't drink."
Cha Qingluo's father looked at Cha Qingluo with a relieved look in his eyes. His daughter had really grown up.
His daughter had been sensible since she was young.
She was always happy and cheerful, like a happy fruit that brought joy to the people around her.
In fact, he knew that this child was just hiding the sad things in her heart. She was filial.