"Where is your family?"
"My dad often doesn't come home at night. If he hasn't returned this late, he probably won't be back again tonight," Zhong Lingling shook her head in resignation.
After all, she was his daughter, but no matter what, she couldn't control her father's actions.
Xiang Yimo knew that like him, Zhong Lingling's mother had passed away early.
Once, Zhong Yaowen had visited Jingxiang Pavilion, and Xiang Yimo, overhearing the conversation between Zhong Yaowen and Zhong Lingling, had formed a certain understanding of Zhong Yaowen's character.
Thinking of how this woman not only lacked other family members' affection but also had such an irresponsible father, he felt quite distressed!
While Zhong Lingling was boiling water, Xiang Yimo surveyed her home up and down.
"Xiang Yimo, why don't you take off your coat? I can help you dry it before you wear it again," offered Zhong Lingling after she placed the kettle down and walked over to Xiang Yimo.