After Du Shuiyue left, Du Lingfei was in tears,
Wang Xiaoqiang went over, held her in his arms, gently stroked her fragrant shoulder, and comforted her, saying, "Retreating to seclusion for your father is actually a kind of release, a freedom. You could even say it's a kind of enjoyment, you should be happy for him..."
Du Lingfei found this very reasonable upon hearing it. She gradually stopped crying but still stared blankly in the direction where Du Shuiyue had left, her face full of melancholy.
Du Shuiyue loved Du Lingfei too much; she had rarely left her father from childhood to adulthood, and now that they suddenly had to be apart for a long time, she was naturally reluctant.
"Alright, if you miss your father, I can help you find him later..." Wang Xiaoqiang said.
Du Lingfei stared at Wang Xiaoqiang, her face full of confusion.
Wang Xiaoqiang smiled and said, "Have you forgotten, I have the Heavenly Eye."
