"Hahaha." Song Chengye couldn't help it and burst out laughing.
It was probably because she made it so tough for the instructor that he had come up with such a suggestion.
"Whimper whimper whimper..."
While one side was laughing, the other was crying.
She had cried all the way here, wasn't she tired?
Song Chengye silently watched Song Yan struggle to unbuckle her seatbelt, but was unable to do so from lack of strength, and out of frustration and embarrassment, she actually started biting the seatbelt.
Song Chengye stopped her, but she suddenly grabbed his arm and hugged it tightly, refusing to let go.
Song Chengye was taken aback; it had been more than a decade since they, father and daughter, had shared such an intimate moment. He remembered when she was just born, small and soft, he was too afraid to hold her.
Later, as she grew a little older, the first thing he did when he got home was to wash his hands and hold her.