Fang Wushen's face lit up with joy: "Little Jing sister, how come you're here!"
Bai Zhi'er fluttered her long eyelashes, paused for a moment, and then said: "I wanted to come out to buy some food, and just happened to run into you all!"
Fang Youzhen gave Bai Zhi'er a suspicious glance, sizing her up.
She looked around: "You're all alone?"
Bai Zhi'er nodded: "Father is busy, he has to discuss matters with others, so I usually come out to play by myself!"
Fang Wushen's eyes showed tenderness upon hearing this.
A guest is someone who relies on the host for meals.
A widower raising a child on his own, indeed difficult.
Fang Wushen held Bai Zhi'er's hand: "What would you like to eat? Brother will treat you."
The little one shook her head: "No, I'm just here to say hello, if I go home late today, father will worry."
Fang Youzhen looked at her clothes: "Although your father is working hard to raise you alone, it seems he hasn't skimped on your food and clothing."
