Hatred Was Out Of The Question

In the coffee shop across from the hospital, Su Qingsang and Su Chenghui were sitting across from each other. Su Chenghui looked more haggard than he did two days ago.

Su Qingsang didn't know why Su Chenghui asked her to come here. She thought Su Chenghui had already returned to Lin City.

"Dad? Why are you looking for me?"

Su Chenghui was quite politely distant. The other party was her father, so why couldn't he look for her?

Su Chenghui naturally discerned the implication as well, and his expression was a little awkward.

"It's nothing. I have a flight back to Lin City tomorrow, and I wanted to come see you."

"Thank you."

Su Chenghui looked at his daughter in front of him. Su Peizhen looked like her mother, but Su Qingsang and Su Yuxin really looked like him. Su Yuxin looked even more like him. Su Qingsang's face actually looked a little like Li Qianxue's. If one looked carefully, one would be able to tell.