After crying for a long time, Han Yingying finally calmed down.
Leaving Shen Mosheng's embrace, she wiped her tears, her voice nasal as she spoke, "Shen Mosheng, the way you comfort people is really like my dad."
Shen Mosheng: ...
Seeing his baffled expression, Han Yingying couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter, "Even your clueless look is just like my dad's."
Scratching his head, Shen Mosheng felt a bit embarrassed, "You don't like it?"
"No, I like it."
Upon hearing this, Shen Mosheng's ears subtly turned red.
"Being like dad is easy to get along with and feels familiar."
Shen Mosheng: ...
So was she saying he was old?
He glanced down at his clothes that were out of style and meticulously ironed, slightly frowning.
Unaware of his thoughts, Han Yingying sniffled, her voice a bit willful, "I don't want to have the surgery today."
Shen Mosheng nodded, "Okay."
"I want to go shopping. What else can relieve worry but to shop, shop, shop!"
"Okay."