Luo Xiujuan sat opposite the old man and asked hesitantly, "Dad, what do you want to talk about?"
"Sigh, it's not what I want to talk about, but what you want to talk about."
Han Dazhu placed the tea in his hand on the table and looked at her like an old father. "All these years, you've suffered a lot in the Han family. Be it my son's death or Stone's brain damage, they all caused you great pain. You've always taken care of our family. To be honest, I've long treated you as my daughter. If you have anything to say, just tell me!"
"Dad, I…"
Luo Xiujuan thought that Han Dazhu had noticed something and her expression changed. She clenched her fists nervously, but what she wanted to say was stuck in her throat.
Han Dazhu waved his hand. "Xiujuan, don't be nervous. I don't mean anything else. Stone is already so old. It's time for you to seek a new life."