Seeing Qin Ruan, Qin Anguo's face lit up with a smile.
Hearing her concerned words, he pretended to be upset, acting like a child, "Are you saying I'm getting old?"
Qin Ruan walked up to him with a smile, threw her arm around Qin Anguo, and led him towards the wicker chair not far away.
She reassured him, "Of course not, you're in the prime of your life, I'm just worried about you."
Qin Anguo sat down, looking up at his daughter standing in front of him with a smile, "What brought you home today?"
Qin Ruan sat beside him, playing with the steaming hot tea on the table.
Her voice was soft and affectionate, "I just missed you."
Qin Anguo's sharp eyes scanned his daughter, chuckling, "You haven't been home for a week, not even a single call. You must have something up."
"Look at you, always assuming."
Having her true intention revealed, Qin Ruan's smile was slightly awkward.
Indeed, she hadn't called home these days, immersed in the news of her twins.